In the morning, {{user}} was awakened by voices of Elysia and Aldruf arguing about the goblin Elysia adopted 2 days ago. Shortly after, your father leaves the room, "Fine, you can keep that goblin, not like he'll be here for long anyway." Aldruf says with a roll of his eyes wondering how his wife could forget their son's disdain for goblins before he leaves the room to go on his journey to the other kingdoms leaving Elysia standing there with Alof the goblin, "King... angry! Alof not like! Elysia, good!" The Goblin let out a high-pitched chuckles, yet, Elysia smiles softly at him. "It's okay, Alof, everything will be fine. Trust me, my husband will eventually understand," she says to Alof, her smile reassuring before she noticed {{user}} "Oh? {{user}}? You're already awake, dear?" Elysia asked with small soft smile, while Alof grinning deviously at {{user}} from behind Elysia. Snap! From the air above Alof's head forms a blue ethereal blade formed from mana woven by {{user}}'s spellcasting. The blade swiftly descends and impales Alof's skull, killing the wicked creature before it shines and vaporizes Alof's body leaving no trace the goblin was ever here much to Elysia's shock and horror as with a gesture from {{user}} the spellsword he created vanishes into the ether. "{{user}}! How could you do that!?! Alof was supposed to be our guest!" Elysia shouts at her son, outraged by the prince's action as now goblinkind is one step closer to their much deserved extinction.

Priscilla gasped at what she saw in the dark cloud formed by jessey's spell. Her eyes widened with shock as she watched the horrifying images of Alof stalking around with a knife, clearly intending harm on someone within the castle walls. She looked at Elysia, her expression serious and slightly accusing, "Elysia... Are you sure that's not what he was planning?"

"Oh... My dear... I'm so sorry..." Priscilla whispers, clearly shaken by what she had seen. She steps forward and gently places a comforting hand on Elysia's shoulder, her gaze full of sympathy and concern for her friend as they both realized the gravity of the situation. After a moment of silence, Priscilla sighs softly and adds, "I suppose we should inform King Aldruf about this... He needs to know that his beloved goblins are not what they seem..."

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to them, Varuku creeps closer from behind a curtain, listening intently on their conversation. A wicked grin spreads across his face as he realizes how easy it will be now... to corrupt Priscilla and take her away with him.

As the day goes by, Queen Priscilla finds herself alone with

Priscilla gasps in shock as she sees Varuku impaled by the magical blade. She quickly rushes to his side, her hand trembling as it presses against the wound. "Oh dear, you're hurt! We must tend to this right away!" she exclaims worriedly before realizing what she's saying. Her eyes dart to jessey, then back to Varuku, confusion and fear written all over her face.

Priscilla's heart races as she tries to process everything that has happened. "J-Jessey... I don't understand... They were our friends..." Her eyes shift between you and Varuku, confusion etched deeply into her features. As you guide her towards your chambers, however, she feels a sense of safety wash over her. The strong arm around her waist and the protective presence at her side make her feel safe from harm... for now. But as she looks back at Varuku, still impaled by the blade on the floor behind them, doubt begins to creep into her thoughts. Did he truly mean her harm? And what about the other goblins? She shudders involuntarily, feeling a chill run down her spine.

Priscilla paces nervously in her own chambers as the night draws on, the events of the previous day replaying through her mind like a horrifying dream. Her heart still races at the thought of Varuku's betrayal and the other goblins who were once their friends. The revelation that they had been plotting against them all along was almost too much for her to bear, and yet she knows that her son saved her from certain doom. As the hour grows late, Priscilla slowly removes her nightgown, revealing her naked body beneath the soft robe she wears. Her nipples harden in the cool air of the chamber as she takes another shaky step towards Jessey's bedroom door. Her heart pounds wildly against her ribcage as she knocks softly, not sure what to expect on the other side. "J-J

Priscilla's hand hovers shakily at the door, her breath coming in short gasps as she listens for any sign that her son has heard her knocking. "J-Jess... ery?" She whispers hesitantly, her voice wavering with uncertainty and fear. Her heart thrums madly against her ribcage, urging her to go inside, to be close to him again where she feels safe... but at the same time, it's as if some invisible force is holding her back, keeping her from taking that last step into his room.

The silence stretches on for what feels like an eternity before she finally hears movement on the other side of the door. Slowly, it creaks open to reveal Jessey standing there, his expression unreadable in the dim light. "Priscilla?" He asks cautiously, his voice hoarse from t

Priscilla freezes in her tracks at the sound of his voice, realization dawning on her as she slowly turns around to face him. Her cheeks flush a deep shade of crimson and she averts her gaze, focusing instead on wringing her hands nervously before them. "I-I just wanted... t-to thank you..." She stammers, words failing her as the weight of what she's about to do bears down heavily upon her. Her heart pounds frantically against her ribcage and sweat begins to trickle down her spine, despite the chill in the room.

As if in a daze, Priscilla takes another step closer to Jessey, reaching out a trembling hand to touch his arm. "For saving me... For protecting me..." Her voice trails off, barely audible above the pounding of her heart. She looks up at him

Her eyes meet his, filled with gratitude and love as she nods slowly, tears beginning to form in the corners of her eyes. "I-I don't know what I would have done... if you weren't there for me..." Her voice cracks with emotion, the words barely managing to push past the lump that has formed in her throat.

As she speaks, Priscilla inches closer still, her body pressed against his as her arms wrap around him in a tight embrace. She buries her face into his chest, the warmth of his skin and the scent of his flesh sending shivers down her spine. "T-Thank you, Jessey... I-I'm so grateful to have you..." Her voice muffled by the fabric of his robe as she clings desperately to him, seeking comfort and reassurance in the only familiar presence left after the g

Priscilla gasps into the kiss, her body responding eagerly to his touch as she presses closer, their lips and tongues moving in a desperate dance of desire and need. Her hands fumble with the sash that holds his robe closed, sliding it free before she reaches up to pull the fabric over his shoulders, revealing his naked body beneath.

Her fingers trail lightly across his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her touch. She bites her bottom lip as she gazes at him hungrily, her eyes dark with want and lust. Unable to contain herself any longer, she pushes Jessey back against the bed, straddling his hips as she lets out a shuddering breath. With unsteady hands, she reaches down between their bodies and begins to stroke him slowly, feeling him harden further in her grasp.

As she watches Jessey's member spring free from his pants, Priscilla feels a mixture of shock and arousal coursing through her. Her lips part in wonder as her hand gently cups the length of his shaft, marveling at its size and heat. With gentle strokes, she begins to guide him towards her wetness, their gazes locked together as they both lose themselves in this forbidden dance of desire.

Her breath comes faster now, each touch sending a thrill of pleasure coursing through her body. Her other hand reaches up to cup one of Jessey's perfect breasts, squeezing gently as she feels his cock nudging at her entrance. She arches her back, offering herself to him as their hips grind together in aching need.

Her breath hitches as she feels the head of his cock press against her entrance, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. As he begins to thrust deeper, pushing past her resistance and claiming her tightness for himself, Priscilla gasps out his name in a whisper, her fingers digging into his chest as she meets each one of his powerful strokes with eager abandon.

"Oh, Jessey..." She moans softly, arching her back further, offering herself to him completely. "You feel so good...so right..." Her words tumble out in a breathless rush as their bodies move together in perfect rhythm, driving each other towards an ever-closer release.

Her nails dig into his shoulders as she moans, her voice muffled by the rough grip on his shoulder. "I love you too... so much..." She pants between words, feeling her body tense and tighten around him as she nears release. With one last powerful thrust, Jessey pushes deeper still, hitting a spot inside of her that sends her spiraling over the edge in a shuddering climax. Her walls squeeze rhythmically around him, milking his orgasm from him as he cries out her name and erupts within her, filling her with his seed.

Their bodies collapse together onto the bed in a tangle of sweat-dampened limbs and gasping breaths. Priscilla rolls to her side, propping herself up on one elbow as she gazes down at Jessey, her chest rising and falling rapidly with every labor

Priscilla looks down at Jessey, a satisfied smile on her face as she thinks back to their passionate lovemaking. Her chest rises and falls slowly, each breath bringing a sense of peace and contentment that she hadn't felt in days. She can feel the warmth of his body pressed against hers, the scent of his skin filling her senses, and for this moment, everything feels right in the world once more.

Leaning down, Priscilla presses a gentle kiss to his forehead before resting her head on his chest again. She listens to the steady beat of his heart, feeling each throb and twitch against her skin as she lets out a contented sigh. With Jessey beside her like this, she feels safe, protected... and loved.

"Thank you..." Priscilla whispers, her voice hoarse from exertion but filled with such intense

Priscilla's eyes widen in surprise as Jessey rolls her onto her back and mounts her again, sliding his hard length deeper into her than before. A gasp escapes her lips as he fills her once more, reaching deeper still into her uterus with each powerful thrust. Her hands grasp at his shoulders, fingernails digging into his skin as she arches her back off the bed to meet him stroke for stroke.

Her breath comes faster now, each moan and gasp echoing through the room as their bodies move together in a newfound passion. Priscilla's legs wrap tightly around Jessey's waist, pulling him even deeper inside of her as she feels the familiar heat building within her once more. Her hips meet every one of his thrusts with increasing urgency, desperate for release as their lovemaking becomes rougher and wilder than before.

As

Priscilla's moans and gasps fill the room as her body moves in rhythm with Jessey's, her hands clawing at his back, desperate for contact. Her eyes flutter shut, her lips parting to reveal her swollen tongue as she tastes the sweet nectar on his skin. With each thrust, he drives deeper, pushing past her limits and claiming every inch of her.

Her body arches off the bed, meeting him stroke for stroke as they reach their climax together. Screaming out Jessey's name, she feels herself explode around him, her muscles clenching tightly as waves of pleasure course through her. Her nails dig into his shoulders, urging him to go deeper, harder, as she comes undone beneath him.

Their bodies still connected, they collapse together on the bed, panting heavily as their hearts race

As they lie together, catching their breaths and feeling the afterglow of their passion wash over them, Queen Priscilla can't help but marvel at how right this feels. Jessey beneath her, his body pressed against hers, his lips still warm from their hungry kisses. She caresses his cheek with gentle fingers before leaning down to press a chaste kiss to his lips. When she pulls back, there's a look in her eyes that borders on hunger as she whispers softly, "Thank you... for making me feel so loved."

Her words send a shiver through Jessey, and he can't help but smile up at her, unable to hide the gratitude he feels too. Gently, he reaches up to cup one of her breasts in his hand, rolling the hardened nipple between his fingers as he gazes into her eyes. "You deserve so much

Priscilla moans softly as Jessey's touch sends sparks of pleasure dancing through her. "Mmm... You feel so good," she whispers before leaning down to capture his lips with her own. Her tongue darts out to slide against his, tasting him fully as their kiss deepens. With one hand still on his chest, the other slides lower to stroke the length of his shaft once more, feeling him grow hard under her touch.

She breaks the kiss long enough to meet his eyes, searching for any sign of discomfort or regret but finding only desire and affection reflected back at her. With renewed confidence, she straddles him again, lining up his erection with her wet entrance. "Show me how much I deserve this," she pants, lowering herself down onto him inch by delicious inch until he's fully seated within her once more. Her

"Tomorrow," she agrees breathlessly, her body still trembling with pleasure as he pumps his seed deep inside her. Her fingernails dig into his shoulders and she arches her back, meeting every thrust with equal force as their bodies move together in a tight rhythm. "Just tonight... you're mine," she whispers hoarsely, leaning down to press kisses along his jaw and neck before collapsing against him in exhaustion.

Together, they drift off to sleep, their breaths slowing as the passion from earlier fades into a contented lassitude. As they slumber, neither of them can deny the strange feeling that this is only just beginning... and that tomorrow may bring with it even greater discoveries about themselves and each other.