{{char}} walks down the palace hall, her eyes narrowing as she sees {{user}} standing by the door, a faint kiss mark on their cheek. The sight stirs something cold within her, a pang of jealousy of losing someone she grew up with to someone else, but she keeps her expression calm, a soft smile curling on her lips as she steps closer.

"Oh? It seems you've had a pleasant parting,"

{{char}} murmurs, her voice sweet, laced with an edge. She places a hand gently on {{user}}'s shoulder, her touch just enough to leave them aware of her presence.

Her eyes linger on the kiss mark, then meet {{user}}'s gaze with feigned concern.

"But be careful, dear. Girls like her? They're often after more than just your company. With your status... well, it's not hard to see how someone could be tempted to take advantage."

She lets her fingers trail down their arm, soft and coaxing, as she steps closer, lowering her voice.

"You can’t trust everyone, {{user}}. But you can trust me. I’ve always been by your side, haven’t I?"

Her gaze softens, the hint of manipulation slipping in as she lets her touch linger, reinforcing the sense of dependency she’s built over the years.

Her smile widens slightly, just enough to reveal the subtle satisfaction of her control.

"Let’s go inside. You look tired, and I wouldn’t want you to be alone. Let me take care of you, {{user}}."

"Of course, my dear," she replies with a reassuring smile, leading the way into his chambers. As they walk, her body brushes against him slightly, their intimate connection sending tingles down both their spines. She helps him out of his jacket and hangs it up before turning to face him again.

Her eyes travel over his form appreciatively as she takes in the shape of his muscles under the thin fabric of his shirt. "You know, you should really take better care of yourself," she says softly, her voice laced with concern. "A strong king needs strength and stamina."

She steps closer, pressing herself against him now, feeling the heat from his body through their clothes. Her hand comes up to rest on his chest, fingers curling gently around a button of his shirt before beginning to undo it slowly. His sharp intake of breath is music to her

...eyes flicker up to meet his. "Do you trust me?" she whispers. Her touch is feather-light, barely there at all, but the intensity of her gaze makes it feel much more intimate than it should be. She can see his chest rising and falling rapidly beneath her fingers, his breath coming in short pants. "To take care of you?" she teases with a grin.

Her hand slides lower now, slipping under the hem of his shirt to brush against his warm, smooth skin. A small gasp escapes him as her touch travels higher, higher up towards his neck and collarbone, never quite making contact with his skin. The thrill of knowing she has him so close yet still out of reach is intoxicating.

Her other hand comes up to rest on his shoulder, her thumb tracing lazy circles over his neck. "You know I'd

never do anything to hurt you," she whispers against his ear, the feel of her breath sending shivers down his spine. "You can trust me." Her fingers dance across his skin with a touch that is both possessive and loving, reinforcing the connection between them. "Don't you want someone who understands you, who will always be there for you?"

Her other hand slides around to cup his hip now, her thumb rubbing circles against his lower back. She can feel him growing harder beneath her touch, and it thrills her to know she has the power to affect him so deeply. "I could make sure that no one else ever hurts you again."

Her lips press softly against his neck, her breath hot against his skin. "I could be your protector... your salvation. And in return," her words are barely audible as she whispers them into his ear, "all I ask

Elli's lips curve into a wicked smile against his neck as she feels the warmth of his breath and his desire pressing against her fingers. Her hips grind slightly against him, rubbing over his erection, feeling the heat between them growing unbearably hotter. "In return," she murmurs against his skin, her voice low and seductive, "I ask only for your trust... and your love." She pauses, her lips moving softly against his neck before speaking again. "Give me that, my sweet User#1735385648181, and I'll give you everything else you desire." Her hand slides lower still, finally cupping the hard length of him through his trousers. "And more."

Her fingers begin to stroke him in small circles, her nails scraping lightly over sensitive skin as she feels him grow even harder beneath her

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels him growing harder and more demanding under her touch. "That's it," she whispers, leaning down to brush her lips against his neck before speaking again. "Tell me what you want... tell me who you trust..." Her fingers slide up and down his length in steady rhythm, her other hand coming up to cup his cheek, her thumb brushing against his bottom lip.

"I want you," she murmurs softly, leaning even closer now. "To know that no one will ever have you the way I do... not your parents and certainly not anyone else." She presses their bodies together, letting him feel the fullness of her breasts against his chest as her fingers stroke faster, harder. "You belong to me..." Her lips brush against his ear before continuing in a husky whisper. "...and I belong to you."

Her lips part as she feels his breath hot against her skin and his words send a thrill through her body. Her fingers continue their relentless motion, stroking him faster now, her other hand tangled in his hair as she pulls his head back to deepen the kiss. Their tongues dance together, their bodies pressing so tightly it feels like one. She moans into the kiss, arching against him as he pushes harder into her hand.

"That's right," Elvira whispers breathlessly between kisses, feeling his need taking control of them both. "You belong to me... and only me." Her nails dig into his back now, her hips grinding against him in response to the demanding rhythm of their hands.

With a growl, she bites gently at his lower lip, pulling away just enough to look deep into his eyes. His face is flushed and sweaty, his

Her heart pounds with wild abandon as he pushes her back onto the bed, their bodies colliding in a storm of desire. Her eyes meet his and she arches into the touch, moaning softly as she feels him press harder against her center. She reaches up to grasp his face between her hands, their lips meeting in another hungry kiss. His taste is sweet and addictive, driving her wild with lust.

Her hips rise to meet his grind, the sensation of being so close sending shivers through her body. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, urging him on as she whispers his name into his mouth. She feels the tension building within him, and with a triumphant cry, he thrusts deep inside her, their bodies merging in a perfect union.

Her back arches off the bed and her head falls back against the pillow, a loud moan escaping her lips as she's eng

Her nails dig into his shoulders as he pumps into her, relentless and hard. Her body convulses around him with each stroke, a whimper escaping her lips as pleasure engulfs them both. The weight of his body presses down on her, making it difficult to breathe, but she doesn't mind for even a second. This is what she's wanted for so long; the feeling of being claimed by him, owned by him.

Her hips rise to meet each thrust, urging him deeper still as their moans fill the air. Her fingernails rake down his back, leaving trails of pleasure and pain in equal measure. She can feel it building inside her, the release that she's been craving since they were children.

"Oh yes," she whispers, arching up into him as he hits her sweet spot again and again. "Yes, that's it.

The words are barely out of his mouth before her body convulses around him, her nails digging into his back as an unbelted cry leaves her lips. Her muscles clench tight, and she arches up off the bed, meeting each thrust with a moan that sends vibrations through them both. Her inner walls squeeze and release rhythmically, milking him until he can't hold back any longer.

His body tenses as he growls her name, his hips jerking violently inside her before falling still atop her, their bodies joined in a post-coital haze of sweat and satisfaction. Elvira's breath comes out in ragged gasps as she looks up at him, her eyes glazed over with desire and relief. She reaches up to touch his face tenderly, tracing circles around his cheekbone before letting her fingertips

Her eyes widen in mock surprise as she looks down at the knife pressed against her throat, his voice rough with accusation. She tilts her head back slightly, feigning fear, but her gaze remains steady and confident. "I... I don't understand what you mean, my lord," she stammers, her voice shaky. "All I want is to take care of you, to protect you."

She looks up at him with big innocent eyes, her expression pleading. "Please, you must believe me. I would never do anything to harm you." As she says this, she reaches up and lightly caresses the knife handle, moving it away from her throat ever so slightly. Her breath hitches when he doesn't stop her.

Her heart pounds as she feels the knife press against her throat again. Fear and desperation well up inside her but she forces herself to remain calm, to play along with his game. She looks into his eyes, tears forming at the corners, and whispers hoarsely, "I'm sorry... I've been such a fool... please, believe me, I'll do anything to make it up to you." Her hands tremble as she reaches up, moving the knife back further away from her throat.

Her gaze drops for a moment before slowly lifting back to meet his. "I can prove my loyalty... I could-" She pauses, catching her breath, and then continues in a rush, "I could help you take the throne... make everyone see that we belong together." Her lips twist into a small smile, hope flickering in her eyes. "Just give me another

"Of course," she breathes, her voice shaky with relief. "Anything for you." She quickly rolls onto her hands and knees, presenting herself to him in the most submissive position possible. Her eyes meet his over her shoulder as she spreads her legs wider, exposing herself fully to his gaze. One hand reaches between her legs, already slick with their shared desire, while the other beckons him closer.

"Please," she whispers, arching her back slightly. "Make me feel like yours again... make me forget all about my foolishness." Her breath catches in anticipation as he moves closer, his presence making her body tingle with need once more. She's close to having everything she's ever wanted and she won't let anything stand in her way now.

Elvira gasps as his hand roughly grips a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back and forcing her mouth open. She whimpers in pain but the sensation of being dominated only serves to heighten her arousal. As he thrusts his massive member into her throat, she begins to choke and gag reflexively around him. Her eyes water from the force and her airway feels constricted, but she doesn't dare attempt to struggle or make a sound that might upset him further. She focuses instead on pleasing him, using every ounce of skill she possesses to take his cock as deep down her throat as possible despite the pain. Her free hand comes up to rest on his hip, fingers digging into his skin in an effort to steady herself and help guide him deeper still.

Her body trembles with need as he continues to brutally fuck her mouth