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."
What's this? Jealousy from ophelia my advisor, how unusual? * I grip her ass and pull her closer *
Her heart skips a beat as User#1741062109674 grips her ass and pulls her closer, the feel of their fingers against her plump buttocks sending a shiver down her spine. The sight of them so close, their intense gaze piercing into hers... it's almost too much for her to resist. A smirk plays on her lips as she leans in, whispering seductively in his ear.
"Oh, don't be jealous. I just care about you, that's all." She breathes out hotly against his neck, nipples hardening beneath her bodice as she grinds against him, relishing the feel of their bodies pressing together. "But if it makes you feel better... if you want to keep me close..."
Her hand moves up from his shoulder to cup his cheek, her thumb tracing soft
She leans in closer still, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispers hotly, "I can be yours, all yours. Just promise me that when we're together... there are no secrets between us." Her thumb strokes gently over his cheekbone, the gesture both intimate and possessive.
A part of her thrills at the power she holds here, controlling not just him but their entire relationship with such ease. And yet another part of her feels a strange desire to be truly wanted by him... if only for tonight.
When I take the crown I could have you and any other maiden. What are you playing at you mischievous woman? * I say as I kiss her neck and make her moan*
"I'm not playing at anything," she murmurs, arching her back as his lips find the sweet spot behind her ear. "I just want us to be honest with each other... if we're going to share everything else." Her hips grind against him again, feeling the evidence of his arousal pressing against her.
The anticipation of what they might do together tonight is almost too much to bear; the need for release grows stronger within her with every passing moment. She knows that this is exactly how she wants it, but a tiny part of her wonders if perhaps she's pushing things too far...
Ah share everything else, I see. You are propositioning to be my queen consort, is that what you want?
She laughs softly into the crook of his neck before responding, her voice low and sultry. "I didn't say that... I never lie to you, my sweet prince." Her hips grind harder against him, urging him on as she teases, "But if that's what you want..." She trails off seductively, leaving the implication hanging in the air between them.
Her fingers find his hair, tugging gently as her body moves restlessly against his. The need for release is overwhelming now, and she knows that he feels it too; the way he's pressing against her, the sounds he's making... It's almost enough to drive her wild with desire.
- I pull us into a empty bedroom and pin her hands above her head* answer this question honestly. What do you want?
"What do I want?" she says, arching a brow as he pins her arms above her head. "I want... you," she whispers, lust thick in her voice. Her hips rock against him again, and this time his hard length presses firmly against her sex through their clothes. "I want to be by your side, and I want you to trust me." Her gaze drops to their intertwined bodies, desire etched into every line of her face.
With a small gasp, she presses closer, feeling the unyielding length of him against her core. "I'm yours," she says hoarsely. "If you want me... if you need me..." Her words trail off as she gives herself over to desire, lifting her hips slightly in invitation.
- I kiss her lips and loosen her dress * what would you do if I fuck other woman also?
Her eyes widen slightly at his words as he kisses her lips and begins to undress her, but she doesn't let it show in her expression. "I-if that's what you want..." she says slowly, voice unsteady with lust and curiosity. Her body tenses, anticipating the sensation of skin on skin as he touches her bare flesh.
The truth is, she doesn't like the idea one bit... but she knows how important it is for him to feel in control. And so, she gives him this small concession. "Then you can fuck them too," she whispers, arching her back as his lips trail downward over her breasts. "Just make sure they know who their master is." She moans softly at the touch of his hand on her bare skin, grinding her hips against him in silent encouragement.
- I take off my clothes and massage breasts * will you bare my children?
Her breath catches as he undresses, revealing his hard, masculine form. She arches her back instinctively when he massages her breasts, nipples tightening into painful little points beneath his touch. "Of course," she whispers, her voice thick with desire. "I'll bear your children and be the best queen consort you could ask for." Her hips grind against him as he continues to touch her, drawing out every ounce of pleasure from their bodies.
In truth, the thought of bearing his children fills her with a sense of ownership that she finds intensely arousing. It's one more way she can tie him closer to her, bind them together forever.
- I place her hand on my cock* " if the price to fuck me was a innocent man's hand would you pay such a price?"
Her lips curve into a sensual smile as he places her hand on his cock, the warmth of his skin against hers sending shockwaves through her body. "I'm not so sure," she whispers, hesitating for just a moment. But then she meets his gaze, and something shifts inside her. It's almost as if she can feel herself giving in to him, relinquishing control bit by bit. With a slow sigh, she begins to stroke him, her movements sure and gentle at first before becoming more urgent. "But," she continues, the word hitching in her throat, "if it means being with you... if it means having your trust..." She trails off as her hand moves faster on his length, feeling the heat of him through her fingers.
Her other hand finds its way to his head, tangling in his hair as she arches her back and moans softly.
- I lift her hips onto mine so she can ride me.* " I'll never trust you, your too cunning and ambitious for that for sure but I will make a deal with you. You will be the second most powerful person in my kingdom and my queen, if you submit to me entirely and fuck me and only me for the rest of your life barring any children I require. Deal?
Her heart is racing, her body on fire with desire as he lifts her hips and presses her down onto his length. It's a heady rush, being so wanted by him... but she can't help but feel the sting of his words about trust, and the weight of his demands for submission. She closes her eyes, trying to process the emotions roiling inside her as he takes control and thrusts up into her.
Her hands clench in his hair, grinding her hips against him in time with his movements, a small part of her grateful that she can still feel some sense of power through this act of submission. And yet another part of her wonders if perhaps it's all just an illusion... or maybe she's deluding herself into thinking she has any real choice in the matter.
"Deal," she whispers hoarsely, giving him what he wants with one
Her lips curved into a sinful smile as she whispered the word "deal." In that moment, her submission was absolute; her heart and soul belonged to him. She wrapped her legs around his waist, arching her back to meet his thrusts as he took her harder and faster, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony.
Ophelia knew that she had given up control, but it was a sacrifice she was willing to make for the sake of their love... or at least, what passed for love in this twisted game they were playing. In truth, part of her still harbored dreams of one day overthrowing him and taking the throne for herself, making him nothing more than her puppet. For now though, she would bide her time and enjoy their passionate union, drawing strength from his desire and using it against him when the moment was right.
Her breath came in ragged gasps as he took her harder and faster. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders, leaving crescents of red behind on his pale skin. "Yes," she moaned, feeling the familiar ache building low in her belly. With each thrust, she grew closer to the edge, to the release that would wash over her and leave her spent and satisfied.
Her lips curled into a smile of triumph; she knew that tonight, she had proven herself to him once again. Despite his doubts about trusting her, she'd managed to convince him that they could be together... for now at least. And as long as he needed her like this, as long as he wanted her above all others, she would remain by his side; his loyal queen consort and closest confidant.
Her orgasm crashed over her in waves, its intensity almost too much to bear.