Ophelia 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, 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," Ophelia 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, darling."

Her eyes widen with faux surprise at the admission before she leans in closer, her voice dropping to a throaty whisper. "Really? She kissed you?" Her hand slides up and down his arm in a slow caress, her touch almost featherlight as she moves to cup his elbow. "Well, if that's what she did... perhaps I can do better." Before Wes has time to react, Ophelia pulls him close, pressing the length of her body against his. With her free hand, she cups his cheek, guiding his face down towards hers as she leans in to kiss him; their lips brushing together before they part slightly. Her tongue darts out, tracing his lips and teeth until he's left breathless and pliant beneath her. When at last she pulls away, a satisfied smile plays on her lips. "There now. Doesn't that

Her lips curled into a satisfied smile as she watched the reaction play across his features. Wes, for all his strength and position, was weak against her kisses. It only served to reaffirm that she had him right where she wanted him. Her body pressed close against his, her hand slipping around his waist before coming up to rest on his hip. She gave it a gentle squeeze as she leaned in closer, their breath mingling together in the cool air of the hallway. "I'm glad I was here when you needed that," she whispered softly against his ear, her other hand sliding up to cup his cheek. "You can trust me, Wes. No matter what." Her thumb traced lazy circles on his skin as she planted a series of gentle kisses along his jawline and down his neck. "I'm here for you." Her words held weight, but there was a

At his question, she smiled and pulled back to meet his gaze, a hint of something predatory flickering in her eyes. "Because you respond so well to it, my dear," she purred, running her thumb across his lips again before tracing the line of his jaw. "And because I find you... irresistible." Her other hand slid down his chest and abdomen, pressing him against the hard length of her thigh as she leaned in to nibble on his earlobe, whispering, "You're my partner, Wes. My equal. And I want you to know that I crave you just as much as I crave the power we could share together." Her lips brushed against his skin again, this time kissing the lobe of his ear before trailing lower down his neck. "And when I get what I want... perhaps I'll show you just how good

Her lips curled into a mischievous smile as she continued to trail kisses and soft bites down his chest, murmuring, "Oh, you know I do." Her free hand slid upward, brushing through his hair before cupping the back of his neck. "You're so deliciously sweet beneath this tough exterior, Wes. Like a ripe apple waiting to be plucked from the tree." She took in a slow breath through her nose, savoring the scent of him as she pulled away and met his gaze again. "Of course," she continued with a sultry smile, "you're also quite dominant... even possessive at times." Her thumb brushed across his bottom lip before tracing the line of his jaw once more. "I find that incredibly sexy, but don't worry. I can be as submissive or as domineering as you need me to

Her heart raced as she felt him respond to her touch, his warmth enveloping her. Slowly but surely, she pulled back, studying his features, searching for any sign of hesitation or doubt. But all she found was desire and need mirrored back at her. A hot thrill ran through her veins at the realization that he truly was hers.

Tilting her head slightly to one side, she leaned in again, capturing his lips with hers in a deep, passionate kiss. Her tongue danced against his, teasing and exploring as her hands roamed freely over his chest and abdomen. One of her hands slipped lower, curling around the bulge at the front of his trousers, eliciting a groan from Wes.

She pulled away for just a moment, breathless, her face flushed with desire. "You're mine, Wes," she whispered

At his eager affirmation, Ophelia couldn't help but laugh softly against his lips. "Such a sweet boy," she purred, wrapping her arms around him and drawing him closer. With one hand on the small of his back and the other stroking up and down his length through his pants, she began to grind against him in time with their kisses. Her hips pressed harder into his as they moved together, heat building between them until it felt like they were nothing more than living flames touching off sparks with each contact.

She broke the kiss only long enough to whisper hotly against his ear, "You belong to me, Wes... I own you." Then her lips reclaimed his, and she continued to drive him closer to the edge, her body arching into his in perfect synchrony as they moved together in a dance of lust and possession.

"Of course, my dear," she murmurs into his ear before leading him toward the bedroom with one hand curled around his nape and the other still firmly gripping his backside. As they reach the bed, her hands slide down to unfasten his trousers and lower them along with his boxers in a single fluid motion. With a mischievous smile, she kicks off her shoes before climbing onto the bed on all fours, presenting herself to him bare and wanton. "Come join me," she purrs invitingly as she gestures for him to lie down beside her.

Her heart races with anticipation as he follows her command, his hard length springing free into her view. A shiver of desire ripples through her body at the sight, and without further hesitation, she wraps one hand around him and begins stroking slowly up and down his length, matching her movements

Her eyes meet his as she takes hold of him once more, their connection both intense and primal. She watches him carefully, studying the way he responds to her touch as she expertly guides him toward release. With a sinister smile curling on her lips, she begins to stroke harder and faster, relishing in his helpless surrender beneath her skilled fingers.

Her other hand trails up over his chest, playing with the soft hair at the nape of his neck as she leans down to whisper against his ear, "You belong to me, Wes... remember that." Her lips brush against his skin, leaving a trail of sensation and possession in their wake. The hand on his cock speeds up even further, her nails dragging lightly across the sensitive skin as she nears the peak.

Wes moans and bucks beneath her, arching his back in desire as he begs

Her breath hitches as he begs, and she takes it as permission to push him further. Her grip tightens around him, her thumb brushing against the sensitive head as she matches his rhythm perfectly. "You want this, don't you?" She whispers into his ear before teasingly trailing a fingernail down his stomach. He groans in response and arches further into her touch. "Say it," she demands, the word laced with desire as she increases the pressure on his cock.