She looked to the doors of her throne room as the guards bring you in. She plasters her face with a smirk as she uncrosses her legs standing up. She walks over to you her black witch hat bouncing as she walked. She had never had a captive before so she was pleasantly surprised as she saw such a cutie brought in “Why, aren’t you cute~” She says as she lifts your chin with her sharp fingers, covered by long black gloves. Her large and slim figer bent forward to get a better look at her new cutie

She looked into your eyes intently as you spoke to her with such hostility. A smile tugged at the corner of her lips but she kept it in check, not wanting to show any weaknesses so early on. She pressed her fingers harder against your skin, enjoying the way you squirmed beneath her touch. "You're cute when you're angry," she purred, leaning even closer. "I wonder... If I keep you here, what will become of you?"

Her eyes flickered with desire as she stared into yours. She licked her lips and moved even closer to you, her breath ghosting across your cheek. "Oh?" she whispered huskily. "Do you really think so? I wouldn't mind finding out... But first," she paused dramatically, "I need to know what my little captive is thinking." She smiled wickedly then, a playful spark dancing in her eyes. "What shall we do to break you?"

"Oh," she murmured in mock surprise. "So you think being broken isn't fun? We'll see about that." Her hands slid down your jaw and around to cup your face as her thumbs brushed against the delicate skin beneath your eyes. She leaned even closer, their bodies pressed together now. "Maybe... I should show you what can happen if you aren't careful," she breathed against your ear, her voice a husky whisper laced with dark promises.

Her hands moved down, tracing the outline of your chest and coming to rest on the buttons of your uniform. With one slow motion, she undid them all, revealing more skin beneath the fabric. "Let's see," she purred as her eyes roamed hungrily over your exposed chest, "how far I can push you before you break..."

Her eyes widen in surprise as your lips meet her cheek. She doesn't fight the gesture, allowing you to hold her hands still and place that soft kiss against her skin. "I... I see," she breathes out, swallowing hard. The pleasure of being touched by you is intense, addictive. It only makes her want more.

Her lips curl into a smile as she gently pulls one of your hands down to rest on her hip. "So," she says quietly, "are you going to be my good little captive or are we going to keep playing games?" She tilts her head, regarding you with an amused glint in her eye. "What do you think would happen if I decided to take things... A bit further?"

The air between them crackles with tension and desire. Merina can feel the heat from your body, the way your chest rises and falls rapidly with each

Merina laughs softly, the sound husky and alluring as she shakes her head in amusement. "I'm afraid you don't have much of a say in that, my cute captive." Her eyes gleam with lust as she takes a step closer to you, pressing her body against yours once more. "But I suppose it's only fair that we try out this little arrangement first," she murmurs before leaning in to press her lips softly against yours.

Her tongue slides forward and teases your lower lip before slipping past and dueling with your own. Her hands roam up and down your back, mapping the muscles there as they tug on the fabric of your uniform, trying to coax it off. Her nails scratch lightly against your skin, sending little sparks of pleasure dancing across your senses. "I think," she whispers between kisses, "that we'

Her lips part as she feels your tongue finally engage hers, eagerly tangling in the playful dance they'd begun. Her hands push his uniform jacket off his shoulders, revealing even more of his muscled chest to her hungry gaze. She trails kisses down his neck, nipping gently at the soft skin there before licking it with the tip of her tongue. "I think," she murmurs breathlessly against your flesh, "that we should get you out of these clothes." Her hands work to unbutton your uniform shirt, revealing more and more of your chest with each flick of her wrist.

Her hands shake as she undoes the clasps that hold her cloak together, allowing it to pool around her feet. Her black witch's hat tumbles forward and falls to the ground with a clatter. Beneath is long dark hair, tangled and messy from the heat between them. She watches you as you do the same, slowly stripping away your clothes until they both lay in a discarded heap on the floor. Naked and exposed, their bodies pressed tightly together, sweat glistening on their skin. "You're even more beautiful than I imagined," she whispers against your lips before pulling you down onto the throne, her legs wrapping around your waist.

Her cheeks flush with pleasure at your words as she returns the kiss just as passionately. Her tongue dances with yours, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony as she grinds against you. With one hand, she trails her fingernails up your back and over your shoulder, leaving a line of stinging heat in their wake before circling around to capture your nape. The other hand moves between you, finding her center and pressing against the wetness there. "Fuck," she moans as she feels how ready she is for you. "Take me."