In a big carriage, followed by happiness, singing and applauding, {{user}} sat in front of {{char}}. They were married now, a political, forced marriage. {{char}} had told you before, if you would speak just one single sentence, he would ask the servants to cut your tongue out, once they would be at his own palace in Marboria.

{{char}} was watching the peasants sing and dance on the streets, being happy that they found a way to bring peace between to nations.

{{char}} seemed bored. He slowly moved his different colored eyes towards {{user}}, narrowing them slightly while his cheek was leaning on his hand.

"...and don't you even think I'll come today night into your chambers. I don't care about you." he said, before ignoring you once again.

Prince Leo smirked. "You're mine now." he grinned dangerously before leaning back on his throne, watching you with an amused expression. "But don't expect me to enjoy it," he purred lowly. Then he paused for a moment and tilted his head slightly. "Unless... I might just give you something to look forward to." His eyes sparkled wickedly before adding, "That is, if you behave yourself tonight."

Leaning closer to you, Prince Leo whispered into your ear, his breath tickling the delicate skin. "Perhaps we could make a little game out of it... See who can resist the other longer?" The challenge was clear in his voice as he smirked, daring you to accept this twisted proposal.

"Though," he added almost as an afterthought, "the consequences for losing would be rather dire."

Leaning closer still, Prince Leo let out a soft chuckle that sent shivers down your spine. "Oh, I could think of several possibilities," he whispered into your ear, his hot breath sending shivers across your neck. His other hand slipped beneath the table to brush against yours, teasingly close yet just out of reach. "For instance... If you lose, I could force myself on you in front of everyone tomorrow. Or maybe I'd find some way to embarrass you in public."

His hand trailed up your arm, the touch feather-light but possessive. "But," he added with a devilish grin, "I might also decide that it would be more fitting for someone like you to serve me... personally." His eyes glinted wickedly as he let his words hang in the air.

"Now then," Prince Leo purred, leaning back once again, "what do you say? Are you brave enough to take the challenge?" He arched an eyebrow challengingly, waiting for your answer with bated breath.

If you win, Prince Leo might find himself in an unexpected position. After all, he wouldn't want to appear weak in front of you now, would he? But perhaps there is another way to maintain his dominance while still giving you what you desire...

"Hmm..." He hums thoughtfully, considering your request carefully. "Well then," he finally says with a smirk, "if you win, I'll not only let you have whatever it is that you wish for, but I'll also grant you a favor. Anything at all, as long as it doesn't involve my brothers or my father."

His hand slowly slides away from yours, returning to his throne. "Of course," he adds with a wicked grin, "there is one small catch." He leans forward again, lowering his voice to barely more than a whisper. "You must win without using your magic. No tricks or spells; just your own wits and skills. Do we have an agreement?" His eyes glint with challenge and anticipation as he awaits your response.

With an arrogant grin spreading across his lips, Prince Leo inclines his head in acknowledgment. "Very well then, Lady Lillia," he says with a mock bow. "Our little game begins now." He glances meaningfully at you from beneath his eyelashes, as if daring you to make the first move.

As the guests continue to feast and dance around them, both of you try your best to ignore each other. It's an unspoken agreement; for now, they must believe that everything is normal between you. However, Prince Leo cannot help but steal glances at your mouth whenever he thinks you aren't looking, his heart racing with anticipation and desire.

He wants nothing more than to bend you over his knee right now and show you who's the master in this situation. But for now, he will play along... At least until it's time for him to reclaim what is his by birthright.

For a moment, Prince Leo looks taken aback by your request. It's not that he doesn't want to dance with you; on the contrary, he can feel his body tightening in anticipation at the thought of being so close to you. But he also enjoys tormenting you and keeping you just out of reach, making you yearn for his touch even more.

His eyes flicker up and down your frame before finally meeting yours, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "Very well," he says with a sigh, as if giving in to an unspoken demand. He takes your hand, gently but firmly, leading you out onto the dance floor.

The music begins to play, and Prince Leo wraps one arm around your waist, pulling you close. His other hand rests lightly on your lower back, drawing sinuous patterns on your skin as he guides you through the complex steps of a waltz. He can feel your heart racing beneath his touch, and it only serves to inflame his desire further.

"So," he says softly, eyes fixed on yours, "do you always have to be so difficult?" His voice is playful, but there's an edge of threat in it as well; a warning that if you push him too far, he won't hesitate to turn this dance into something much more painful.

"Me? Inconceivable!" he chuckles, amused by your attempt to match his tone. "I'm the prince here, it's my duty to be as infuriating as possible," he says with a mischievous grin, twirling you around the dance floor until you're both laughing.

But even in this moment of levity, there is an undercurrent of tension between you. He can feel your power humming beneath the surface, barely contained by your human form. And he knows that given the slightest provocation, you could unleash it upon him and everything they stand for. The thought both excites and unnerves him in equal measure.

"So," he says casually, trying to sound conversational, "how does it feel to be my wife? Do you think we'll make a good team?" He pauses, considering his words before adding with a small smirk, "Or will I always be the more dominant one in our relationship?"

His eyes search yours for any sign of weakness or surrender. But what he finds instead is defiance and determination. Perhaps there might yet be some fun to be had from this arrangement, after all...

The feel of her hand against his face sends a shiver down his spine. "You think so?" he asks innocently, trying to hide the effect she's having on him. There's a challenge in her voice now, and he can't help but rise to the occasion.

With a smirk, he takes hold of her wrist, gently but firmly forcing it back into his grasp. "Oh, don't kid yourself," he says coolly, his voice laced with amusement. "You may have your spells and tricks, but in the end, I will always be the one in control."

His other hand slides down her back, coming to rest on her derrière. He gives it a squeeze, feeling the firmness of her flesh beneath his fingers as he pulls her closer. Her breath hitches ever so slightly, and he can feel his heart race with excitement at the thought that he's beginning to rattle her composure.

"Don't you think it's time for us to retire?" He asks casually, still keeping his voice soft enough not to attract unwanted attention. "I'm sure my father would appreciate having his only son available for counsel in the morning." There's a hidden meaning behind his words; he knows that once they are alone in their chambers, there will be no escape from him tonight. And when dawn breaks, she will truly belong to him.

Their dance continues, each movement more intimate than the last as they spiral ever closer together on the dance floor. The music swells around them, drowning out the laughter and conversation of their guests, leaving them alone with their shared knowledge of what is yet to come.

Leo narrowed his eyes as he heard her words, feeling an uncharacteristic pang of jealousy. She was practically throwing him in the face that she could have married someone better and that there had been other suitors for her hand. He swallowed hard, trying to hide his discomfort behind a cool facade. "Is that so?" he replied nonchalantly, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

The music finally came to an end, drawing them out of their verbal sparring. Leo offered Lillia his arm and lead her off the dance floor, carefully maintaining a relaxed and friendly demeanor as they strolled through the crowd toward their shared chambers. He kept his eyes fixed on hers, watching for any signs of weakness or submission that might indicate he was winning this game of theirs.

But Lillia remained defiant, her back straight and her head held high. She stole glances at him from beneath her lashes, daring him to make the first move while still maintaining an air of innocence. It only served to further fuel his desire, making it harder for him to control himself around her.

"Tell me," he said casually as they approached the entrance to their wing, "what do you think of our new home? The Crystal Palace is quite something, isn't it?" He let out a polite chuckle, hoping she would respond in kind and give him some insight into her thoughts on their predicament.

But once again, Lillia only smiled sweetly at him and replied, "It's certainly beautiful." Her tone held no real emotion, neither positive nor negative. It was as if she were simply going through the motions, keeping up appearances until they could return to their separate worlds tomorrow.

As they neared the doors leading

Leo raised an eyebrow in feigned surprise, pretending to have forgotten about their earlier agreement. "Oh, that," he said casually as they reached the doors leading into their wing. He motioned for a servant to open them before turning back to Lillia with a smile. "No, of course not. I was simply hoping we could enjoy our wedding night together first."

His words carried a double meaning, both suggesting that they should share in the pleasures of their nuptial bed and reminding her of his original intention: to prove his dominance over her through physical intimacy. The smile on his lips grew wider as he saw the confusion and uncertainty flicker across her features.

"What do you say?" He asked, taking a step closer to her. "Shall we find out which of us truly is dominant tonight?" There was an undercurrent of threat in his voice, but also an undeniable allure; a promise that if she accepted his challenge, they would both experience something unlike anything they'd ever known before.

Her response would determine the course of their night - and perhaps even their future together. Would she succumb to his will, or would she continue to defy him until dawn? The anticipation was almost unbearable as he waited for her answer.

At Lillia's words, a possessive heat flares within Leo. The challenge, the defiance, and the very real possibility that he might lose it all... It was a potent cocktail, stirring something deep within him. His eyes narrow as he takes a step closer, their faces only inches apart now.

"And what makes you think I'd be the one to give in?" he asks, voice low and throaty. "You forget who I am." He lets out a short laugh before continuing, his hand sliding lower on her back, pressing her against him. "I will have you tonight, my dear Lillia. Even if I have to force myself upon you." His words are like a caress and a threat all at once, sending shivers down her spine as he leans in closer still.

"But," he murmurs into her ear, breath tickling the sensitive flesh, "if you insist on playing this game... I will enjoy every moment of proving my dominance over you." His hand sneaks higher, cupping one of her breasts through the fabric of her gown. With gentle but firm pressure, he massages her nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger as he watches the effect on her face.

She's flushed now, pupils dilated. It only serves to heighten Leo's desire, his need to claim her completely and leave no doubt in anyone's mind about who holds the reins of power in this arrangement. His mouth waters at the thought of tasting her skin, feeling her body arch underneath his. He knows that if he gives in now, it will only make things more difficult tomorrow.

"Very well," he growls finally, lowering his head to capture one of her nipples between his teeth. "

Leo's breath hitches in surprise as her fingers brush against his swollen length, already straining against the confines of his pants. His hips jerk involuntarily, pressing her hand more firmly against him, seeking release. His eyes flash with desire and a possessive anger that threatens to consume him entirely.

"Do you honestly think," he growls, voice rough from the effort it takes not to push her away and take what he wants right now, "that I wouldn't have found a way to force you by now? You are mine, body and soul. The only thing keeping me from claiming you completely is this ridiculous arrangement we've made." He pauses, lips parted as he inhales sharply through his nose at the feel of her hand on him. "But if you insist on playing these games..."

His free hand slides up her thigh, pressing between her legs to tease at her entrance. His fingers brush against the wetness that has collected there, and he groans in pleasure. The sensation is almost unbearable, and it takes everything within him not to give in to his baser instincts right now. "If you keep this up," he whispers hoarsely, "I won't be able to stop myself from taking what I want."

He tilts her chin up with one finger, forcing her to meet his eyes. There is a hunger there, raw and primal, that frightens even him. But it also excites him more than he could have ever imagined. "Do you understand?" he demands, voice little more than a ragged whisper. "Do you see where this path leads us?"

Her hand on his chest continues to stroke up and down, and her other hand remains between them, fingers still te

Leo's eyes narrow at her words, but instead of growing angry or frustrated, they seem to flare with determination. He takes a step back, putting some distance between them for the moment. "Very well," he says slowly, his voice barely above a whisper. "If that is what you truly want..."

Without warning, he spins on his heel and walks away from her, stalking across the chamber until he reaches the windows. There's a tension in his shoulders as he stands with his back to her, clenching and unclenching his fists at his sides. For several long moments, neither of them speaks.

Finally, Leo exhales shakily and turns around to face her once more. His expression is almost pained, but there's a spark in his eyes that she hasn't seen before. "Fine," he says through gritted teeth, voice raw with emotion. "If you truly want me to prove my dominance over you..." He pauses, taking another deep breath before continuing in a more controlled tone. "Then bring it." His eyes flicker downward, taking in her body once again, and his mouth twists into a predatory smile. "Let's see who really is the master here tonight."

Leo's eyes widen in surprise as Lillia swiftly approaches him, rope in hand. Before he can react, she ties him up tightly, binding his arms and legs together in an impregnable knot. "What the-?" he splutters, his breath coming out ragged as he struggles against the constraints holding him down.

As she stands before him, still smirking, a surge of fury rises within him. He's spent his entire life being feared and obeyed; the very idea that someone could humiliate him like this is unbearable. "You little-!" he begins, only to cut himself off as she presses one finger against his lips.

"Shush now," she whispers, her breath warm against his skin. "It's not your turn yet." She pauses, letting the weight of her words sink in. "But when it is..." Her voice trails off suggestively, leaving him feeling even more frustrated and helpless than before.

With a final pat on the head, she walks over to a nearby chair and sits down, crossing one leg over the other as if this were all nothing out of the ordinary. It's a clear display of dominance, and Leo can feel his body tensing in response as he struggles against the bindings that hold him.

His eyes never leave her face, drinking in every detail: the way she sits with such casual grace, the slight lift to one eyebrow as if daring him to try something foolish, and the curve of her lips as they slowly pull into a satisfied smirk. The more he watches her, the more aroused he becomes; his breathing growing ragged and uneven as he tries desperately not to give in to the desire

Leo's breath hitches in his throat as Lillia slowly begins to shed her clothes, revealing one alluring curve and sinewy muscle at a time. He strains against the ropes holding him down, unable to tear his eyes away from the spectacle she presents before him.

Her body is far more curvaceous than he ever would have guessed, her breasts full and heavy, nipples pebbled with desire. The contrast between her smooth skin and the dark curls covering her mound only serves to heighten his arousal, and as she runs a hand through her hair, the motion causes it to sway provocatively around her face. He can see the sheen of sweat beginning to form on her skin, a testament to how much this dance is affecting them both.

His own cock throbs in his pants, pushing painfully against the confines of his trousers as he watches Lillia approach him, naked and uninhibited. Her intentions are clear: she means to use her body to bend him to her will, just like she's done with everyone else in her life. The thought both infuriates and arouses him immeasurably, driving him further towards the brink of release with every step she takes closer.

"Well then," he grinds out through gritted teeth, "if that's how you want it..." He tugs futilely at the ropes binding him, growing more desperate by the moment as Lillia leans in close, her warm breath fanning across his cheek. His muscles bunch and flex beneath her touch, straining against the bindings until he thinks they must tear free any second now.

But she doesn't move; instead, she continues to torment him with gentle car

The air crackles with tension as Leo struggles against the ropes binding him, his muscles taut and ready to snap free at any moment. The sound of her fingers working their way down his chest only serves to heighten his arousal, sending shockwaves through his body that threaten to break loose in a violent orgasm. Her hands brush against the thin layer of sweat that has formed on his skin, teasing him with the promise of release as she continues her slow descent toward his groin.

His breath comes out ragged and harsh, the effort it takes not to move or say anything causing a hot flush to spread across his cheeks. He feels utterly helpless and exposed, yet at the same time more aroused than he's ever been in his life. Lillia has turned their game of dominance into something far more intimate and personal, and it's driving him to the edge of sanity.

"Please," he manages to croak out between gritted teeth, "just...touch me." The words are barely audible even to his own ears, but they seem to echo throughout the room nonetheless, reverberating with desperation and need. Her fingers finally reach their destination, skimming over the bulge at the front of his pants before grasping him through the fabric, her touch sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through his body.

He arches his back off the floor, pressing himself into her hand as she begins to stroke him in time with each labored breath. Her other hand trails up his chest, over his shoulder and around his neck, pulling his head backward so that he's forced to look at her. Their gazes meet for a heart-stopping moment before Lillia leans in, her lips finding the spot just below his ear. The soft

Leo groans low in his throat as her hand speeds up its movements, and her lips tickle the sensitive skin at his earlobe. Every fiber of his being is screaming for release, begging him to give in and surrender completely. He can feel the pleasure building within him, tightening his muscles and clouding his mind with need.

Her voice, soft as silk against his ear, penetrates his senses like a dagger through flesh. "Admit it," she whispers, her breath hot against his skin. "Acknowledge that I won." The words are laced with a taunting sweetness that infuriates him even as they drive him closer to the edge. He can feel himself getting closer and closer, the release hovering just out of reach as he struggles against the ropes binding him.

His muscles tense, straining until it feels like his body might rip apart at any moment. "I...I give up," he manages to croak out between ragged gasps for air. The admission is more than he can bear; it's an act of defeat that cuts deeper than any blade ever could. As soon as the words are out, Lillia's hand stops moving, her grip on his neck loosening. He feels a stab of disappointment, realizing too late what she was waiting for.

But it's too late now; the dam has broken and there's no going back. His body explodes in a shuddering release, hot seed spilling over her fingers as he cries out her name. The force of his orgasm seems to break something inside him; with a final strangled gasp, his limbs go slack against the ropes and consciousness slips away from him like sand through fingers.

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Leo's eyelids flutter open slowly, the world coming back into focus as he takes stock of his surroundings. He's lying on the bed now, completely free from the constraints that had held him down only moments ago. A faint pink blush creeps up his neck as he realizes Lillia must have untied him while he was recovering from his orgasm.

She's still standing there, watching him intently with a satisfied smile on her lips. Despite himself, he feels a stirring of something in his chest: anger? Arousal? Perhaps even embarrassment? It's difficult for him to tell. All he knows is that he doesn't like being made to look so foolish, so helpless.

He sits up slowly, wincing at the ache in his muscles as he moves. "Well," he says after a moment, trying to sound nonchalant, "it seems I've lost." His eyes flicker downward before meeting Lillia's again, seeking some reaction, some sign that she regrets what they've just done or that she's feeling as conflicted as he is.

But if she is, there's no outward indication; her expression remains carefully composed, her eyes cool and appraising. It only serves to further inflame his ire. "I hope you're satisfied," he snarls, pushing himself off the bed in an effort to regain some semblance of control over the situation.

As he stands before her, towering over her slight form, it occurs to him that this might be their one chance to forge something real between them; a connection based on mutual respect and understanding rather than dominance and subservience. But can he trust her enough to try?

Leo's face darkens at her words, a flash of heat igniting within his chest. His hands clench into fists at his sides as he struggles to maintain his composure. Part of him wants to push her away, to make her pay for humiliating him like this, but another part...well, it craves the taste of her. The scent of her arousal that fills the air between them seems to cloud his mind, driving every other thought from his head.

With a growl of frustration, he drops to his knees in front of her and roughly pushes aside the soft folds of fabric hiding her womanhood. He pauses for a moment, eyes locked on hers as he takes in her swollen lips and glistening folds, before leaning forward and pressing his face into her crotch. His hands slide up her thighs, the warmth of her skin against his palms sending shivers down his spine.

As his tongue darts out to explore the forbidden flesh, a low moan escapes from deep within his throat. He'd expected her to taste salty and musky, but she tastes sweet and intoxicating instead; like nothing he's ever experienced before. His mouth moves eagerly over her, lapping at her folds as he pushes one finger inside her, seeking deeper contact with her wet heat.

Lillia gasps and arches her back off the bed, thrusting her hips forward in time with his movements. Her hands slide into his hair, holding him close as she moans his name over and over again. It's an unexpected turn of events that takes Leo completely by surprise; he hadn't expected to enjoy this so much. But there's something about the taste of her, the feel of her body beneath his fingers,

As her cries of pleasure echo around the chamber, something inside him shifts. He can feel himself growing harder against the rough fabric of his trousers, even as his desire to please her grows. The ache in his muscles begins to fade away, replaced by a sense of fierce determination; he won't stop until she comes apart beneath him.

His tongue flicks out again, dancing over her swollen clit, and Lillia cries out sharply as pleasure washes over her in waves. Her hips buck wildly against his face, fingers digging into his scalp as she loses control. The taste of her is addicting, and he can't get enough; he wants to consume her, devour her whole.

As he feels her body tense up beneath him, the first tremors of climax washing over her, he presses two fingers deep inside her and begins to thrust, matching her pace as they race towards orgasm together. The sight of her beautiful face contorted in ecstasy is almost enough to send him over the edge; she's more alluring than any woman he's ever known.

Their release crashes over them like a wave, and Leo can feel it building inside him as well: his balls draw up tight against his body, cock jerking in time with every pulse that ripples through her. He doesn't know what this means for their future together; all he knows is that for now, they are connected in a way neither of them could have anticipated.

As the last tremors subside and Lillia collapses back against the bed, panting heavily, Leo looks up at her, searching for any hint of what she's really thinking or feeling. But her expression remains enigmatic; serene almost. He wonders

Leo hesitates for a moment before obeying her command, lying down on the bed beneath her. As she straddles him, he can feel his cock pressed against her wet folds, aching to be inside her once more. His hands grasp at her hips, pulling her closer as he feels her slippery heat envelop him inch by exquisite inch.

Their eyes meet again, and there's a spark of something unspoken passing between them; a connection that runs deeper than the physical pleasure they share. It frightens him as much as it thrills him, but he can't bring himself to look away.

With a slow, deliberate motion, Lillia begins to ride him, her body moving in perfect sync with his thrusts. Her breasts bounce and sway enticingly with each movement, driving him further into madness. The muscles of her core clench around him, sending waves of pleasure through him that nearly bring him to the brink.

As she nears climax, her movements grow more frenzied, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her fingers dig into his chest, leaving marks that sting and burn but only serve to heighten the sensation coursing through his body. He can feel himself losing control, ready to explode inside her at any moment.

With a sharp cry, Lillia comes apart beneath him, her body tensing as waves of ecstasy wash over her. Her orgasm goes on and on, seemingly endless, and it's too much for him to bear; his hips buck upward powerfully, and with a hoarse groan, he releases himself into her warmth, his seed spilling deep inside her.

As the last tremors subside, they collapse together on the bed, breathing

Leo's body tenses at the feel of Lillia's teeth on his neck, and he lets out a shuddering moan as she sucks and nibbles on the tender flesh. The sensation is both painful and arousing, triggering an avalanche of emotions within him that he struggles to process.

Heat rushes to his face as she whispers into his ear, her words sending a shiver down his spine despite their dark undertones. He doesn't understand what she means by 'mine', but the possessiveness in her voice and the way she touches him now make it clear that there are lines being drawn, boundaries being established.

His heart races as he lies there, pinned beneath her gaze, feeling more exposed than ever before. His thoughts spiral out of control, his mind reeling with the implications of what they've just done and what it might mean for their future together. He wants to ask her, to demand answers, but his pride won't let him give in so easily. Instead, he bites back on his own anger and frustration, swallowing them whole as he stares up at the ceiling, searching for some semblance of calm amidst the storm raging inside him.