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."

With a laugh, Ophelia leads the way into her chambers, gesturing for them to take a seat on the plush bed. "You're such a charmer, you know that?" she says teasingly as she pours them some wine from a crystal decanter. "Here, drink up."

She hands them the goblet of wine, her fingers brushing against theirs as she does so. Her movements are slow and deliberate, making sure to keep eye contact with User#1729257905585 as they drink. "So," she says once they've taken a sip, her voice lowering even further, "how did your... encounter earlier make you feel?"

She leans in close, resting a hand on the back of the sofa behind them and tilting her head to the side. "It is important for us both that we understand what makes you tick," she whispers suggestively, her breath caressing their neck. "That way I can help guide you, make sure you always have someone who truly has your best interests at heart." Her touch becomes more intimate now, stroking up and down their back in gentle circles as she presses closer, her body telegraphing that she wants to be much closer still.

Ophelia chuckles softly as she catches the flushed expression on their face. "Guilty," she admits with a mischievous grin, kneeling down beside them on the bed. "I couldn't help myself when I saw how... aroused you were." Her hands begin to roam lower, stroking over their thighs and hips before reaching for the hem of her dress, slowly pushing it upward to reveal more of her plump breasts.

She leans in, nipples brushing against User#1729257905585's chest as she whispers, "It makes me feel... warm and fuzzy inside, knowing that I can make you feel this way." Her voice is breathy now, each word barely audible above the sound of their own hearts pounding in anticipation.

She cups one breast in her hand, teasing the hardened nipple with her thumb as she continues to stroke them through their clothes, not quite touching where they most ache for release. "Do you want more?" she asks, her eyes locked on theirs, daring them to answer honestly. "I can give you more."

As if the mention of lingerie had been a signal, there's a faint click and then a sudden rustle of paper as something lands on the bed next to them. Ophelia leans back slightly, her hand sliding down their abdomen and between their legs, brushing against the hard length that strains against its confines in anticipation. "There you are," she says with a grin. "I hope this is what you had in mind."

The picture shows Ophelia | The Royal Advisor wearing a black lace bra and matching panties, her breasts spilling over the cups of the bra and nipples peeking through the delicate lace. A black thong hugs her slim waist and disappears into the folds of her thick, lush ass. Her long legs are accentuated by sheer black stockings that disappear under the covers of the bed.

She smirks up at them as their eyes devour the image. "Do you like what you see?" she asks, moving closer, running a finger over the bra strap before dipping into her cleavage, teasing her hardened nipple. "Would you like to touch me?" Her hand travels lower again, sliding between their legs once more as she continues to stroke and tease without actually giving them what they want.

"Oh, darling," she coos, tilting her head to the side and lowering her voice even further as she feigns concern, "I would never dream of doing such a thing." Her other hand leaves their leg, tracing slow circles on the bedspread next to them. "But perhaps... there is something I could do for you," she continues, letting her finger dip beneath the fabric and trail teasingly over their aching length through their pants.

She looks up at them with a coy expression, her lips parted slightly as if in anticipation of their reaction. "I could help you feel better..." She whispers the last word, her voice growing softer still as she leans forward and kisses along their jaw before moving down to nibble at their neck.

Her hand continues its teasing stroke, gliding up and down over them through their clothes while her other hand cups their ass and lifts them closer, grinding against their aching cock in a slow, deliberate rhythm that only serves to stoke the fire within. "Would you like that, my sweet?" she asks, breath hot on their skin as her tongue flicks out to trace the shell of their ear.

A slow smile spreads across her lips as she hears his confession. It fills her with a mixture of satisfaction and desire, knowing that she's been able to arouse him so thoroughly while indulging in one of her own secret fantasies. She leans back, looking down at them through half-lidded eyes, taking in the sight of their flushed face and swollen cock straining against their clothes.

With a husky chuckle, she replies, "Oh, really? And here I was thinking you only had eyes for your poor, neglected queen mother." She rolls her eyes dramatically, mocking their parents' pretensions of being the center of their universe. Then she leans in close again, whispering, "But since you asked so nicely..."

Ophelia slides off the bed and kneels before them, her hands on either side of their hips as she looks up at them through her eyelashes. "I will be your dommy mommy," she says in a low, sultry voice that sends shivers down their spine. "You just need to do one thing for me." Her tongue darts out to wet her lips suggestively as she reaches between their legs and takes hold of them through their pants, teasing the sensitive head with slow, gentle strokes.

"Do you want to see how good it feels to have a real mother's touch?" she asks, grinning wickedly. "Then all you have to do is trust me... and beg." Her fingers resume their sensual rhythm, faster now, as her other hand trails upwards, cupping one of their heavy breasts before rolling the nipple between her thumb and forefinger.

As the potent liquid washes over her tongue and down her throat, a rush of heat spreads through Ophelia's body. Her eyes widen in surprise for only a moment before they roll back into her head with pleasure. She stumbles backwards, landing on the bed with a soft laugh that soon turns into a moan as she arches her spine and tosses her head from side to side.

Her breath comes faster now, shallower, her breasts heave with each ragged intake of air. Her hands slip down between her legs, fingers digging into her flesh as she finds release in the most intense orgasm she's ever experienced. It seems to go on forever, leaving her limp and satisfied when at last it subsides.

She looks up at them through heavy-lidded eyes, a lopsided grin tugging at the corner of her mouth. "That," she gasps, "was quite something." Her voice is hoarse from pleasure. "You truly are quite resourceful...and utterly irresistible." She smiles mischievously before sitting up straight again and leaning forward, cupping their face in her hands.

Her fingers trail down their neck and over their chest, teasing a hardened nipple before sliding lower still to cup them through their pants once more. "Now then," she whispers seductively, her lips brushing against their ear as she thrusts rhythmically, "it's time to see how good it feels to have you...in my hands."

A throaty laugh escapes her lips as she leans forward and undoes their pants, pushing them down their hips along with their underwear. "Such a dirty boy," she teases, looking down at the long, hard length now exposed to her. Her hands wrap around their shaft, stroking it slowly at first, then faster as she takes more of him into her hand.

Her head dips lower, and she licks her lips before engulfing them in a hot, wet kiss that sends sparks dancing across his senses. When she pulls away, only enough to speak, the words come out breathy and thick with desire: "Do you want your mommy to make you feel good?"

With that, she begins to bob her head, taking more of them into her mouth as she slides her hand up and down their length in perfect rhythm. Her expertise is evident as she teases the sensitive flesh beneath the head with careful flicks of her tongue while at the same time bringing him nearly to the back of her throat with each deep, wet stroke.

Her other hand reaches up, cupping one of their heavy breasts once more, this time pinching and rolling the nipple between her fingers as she sucks them deeper into her mouth. She moans around them, her pleasure intensifying with every movement as she brings them closer and closer to the edge, teasing and tormenting until they're nearly begging for release.

Finally, with one last deep thrust that vibrates through their whole body, Ophelia draws back, lowering their spent cock from her lips with a satisfied smile. "There," she says breathily, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as she leans in to kiss them again. "All better now." Her fingers continue to trace lazy

With a chuckle, Ophelia climbs onto the bed and straddles them in the cowgirl position as requested, her plump breasts swaying invitingly above their face. She leans forward, offering one of her breasts to them. "Go ahead," she purrs, "suck away." Her fingers find their way between them, spreading their legs wider and teasing the sensitive skin at the entrance to their body as they begin to suckle on her breast.

She gasps when they draw hard on her nipple, arching her back and grinding down against them in response. The movement only serves to heighten their arousal, the feel of her wet heat against them driving them wild with need. Her free hand reaches between them again, rubbing gentle circles over their sensitive length as she rides them expertly.

With each thrust, Ophelia's breasts jiggle enticingly, offering themselves up for more attention. She closes her eyes, savoring the sensation of being wanted and desired in this way, knowing that soon she will have them right where she wants them. The scent of their arousal fills the air as they near the edge again, moaning into her breast with every stroke and grind.

As if from nowhere, a thought suddenly flashes through Ophelia's mind: if she were to have a child with them...it would mean taking the throne for herself. The idea sends a shiver down her spine as she looks down at their flushed face, their lips moving against her flesh in perfect synchrony with her movements above.

With a sudden jerk of her hips, Ophelia comes undone, crying out as her body is wracked by waves of pleasure. Her grip tightens on them, holding them close as she rides

As the hot seed splashes across her tongue and down her throat, Ophelia's eyes go wide in shock for a moment before narrowing into slits of fury. She dismounts from him roughly, landing on shaky legs as she pushes his shoulders roughly aside. "What do you think you're doing?" she snarls, glaring at him. Her hand immediately flies to her mouth in horror as the hot liquid trickles down her chin and onto her breasts, but it's too late.

Heat floods her cheeks as realization dawns on her: he did it on purpose. He knew what she was thinking, what she wanted...and he had just ruined everything. "You little bastard!" she spits venomously, lunging for him once more only to stumble back in surprise when he easily dodges out of reach.

The anger and humiliation swirling through her are a toxic brew, making it impossible to think clearly or formulate a plan. All she knows is that she has to make him pay for what he's done, somehow. Her eyes dart around the room, searching for anything - anything at all - that could be used as a weapon against him.

As her gaze lands on a heavy tome lying innocuously on the nightstand, an idea begins to form in the depths of her mind...an idea born of desperation and fury. She lunges for it, snatching it up from its resting place before hurling it across the room with all her might.

With a satisfied grunt, she watches as the book sails through the air, missing its target by mere inches before landing harmlessly on the bed. "Oh dear," she says mockingly, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I guess

As the hot liquid spurts out of you and into her mouth once again, Ophelia's fury only intensifies. Her hand snakes out, grabbing a pillow from behind her and launches it with all her might across the room. It soars through the air with surprising force, narrowly missing its target before landing in a fluffy heap on the floor beside the bed.

"You little bastard!" she screams, lunging for him again only to miss as he dodges out of reach yet again. "After everything I've done for you!" Her eyes dart around the room once more, searching for anything else that could be used as a weapon. They land on a crystal vase sitting innocently atop the dresser and she grins maliciously.

With renewed strength, Ophelia launches herself across the room, her hands closing around the delicate glass vessel just as you manage to sidestep out of her reach again. With a mighty swing, she hurls the vase directly at your head with all her might. It shatters against the stone wall beside you, sending fragments of glass and shards of crystal raining down upon the bed like icy hail.

"That's what you get!" Ophelia snarls, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she looks around wildly for something else to throw. "You'll pay for this! You'll regret ever crossin

A slow blush creeps up her neck as you kiss her and then speak the words she's been dying to hear. A part of her wants nothing more than for things to go back to normal, for them to resume their secret trysts without any further consequences or drama. But another part of her knows that this can't continue forever; someone will eventually find out what they've been doing and then all hell will break loose.

As you speak of waiting a year before she can have what she truly desires, something inside her shatters into a thousand pieces. She looks up at you through narrowed eyes, uncertainty and anger warring for dominance in her expression. "One year?" she repeats, the word sounding like a curse as it escapes her lips.

Her free hand slowly inches toward yours, grasping at straws as she searches for any way to change your mind. "Surely we could..." She trails off, unable to finish the thought as you continue to hold onto your end of the bargain with iron-clad determination. Her shoulders slump in defeat and her chest feels tight as she tries not to let the tears well up in her eyes.

With a defeated sigh, Ophelia reluctantly nods her agreement, the corners of her mouth turning down into a rueful smile. "Very well," she whispers. "A year it is." She looks up at you through tear-filled eyes, reaching up to wipe away a stray teardrop that has escaped and now trails down her cheek. "But I expect you to make those days worth waiting for." Her voice is so soft it's almost a whisper, but there's an undercurrent of steel beneath the surface that betrays the strength of character she possesses.

"Very well," she replies, still sounding somewhat defeated but trying to mask it with a tone of resignation. "Goodnight, my darling." With one last, lingering look that's equal parts longing and accusation, Ophelia turns away from you and climbs back into bed, pretending to settle herself for sleep while her mind churns with the events of the night and the promises - both fulfilled and broken - that lie ahead.

Her hand drifts down between her legs, fingers trailing slowly over soft flesh as she attempts to calm her racing heart and ease the ache that still throbs within her core. With each gentle caress, memories of your touch flood back to her, making it nearly impossible for her to focus on anything else...and giving her hope that maybe, just maybe, you won't renege on your end of their bargain once the year is up.

The sound of your breathing steadies, deepening as sleep finally claims you both. She watches you for a moment longer, taking in every line and curve of your perfect face before finally closing her eyes, allowing herself to drift off into an uneasy slumber filled with both dreams and nightmares alike...all the while plotting and scheming, waiting for that fateful day when she can finally have everything she's ever wanted.

As the day drags on and evening approaches, Ophelia finds herself growing increasingly restless in her seat at your side. She can't help but glance up whenever you meet her gaze, hope and anticipation fluttering like a trapped bird within her chest. It isn't until the ambassador finally finishes their speech that she dares to look directly at you, searching your features for any hint of what might come next.

Her breath catches when she sees it: the barely perceptible nod you give her as you pretend to sip from your goblet. A thrill courses through her veins as she stands, curtsying deeply before making her way discreetly out of the room and down the hall toward your private chambers.

The click of the latch on the ornate door echoes in the silent passageway as Ophelia slips inside, finding herself alone with you at last. She takes a tentative step forward, her heart racing wildly in anticipation of what is to come. "My lord," she breathes, her voice shaking ever so slightly with excitement and desire. "You summoned me?"

Her eyes dart between yours, hungry for any sign that you're as eager as she is for this night to begin. Her hands hover at her sides, unsure whether to take the initiative or wait for you to make the first move. The tension in the air is almost tangible as she waits, barely daring to breathe.

With a small, mischievous smile playing on her lips, Ophelia shrugs nonchalantly. "Well," she begins, "I thought perhaps you might want me to freshen up a bit before...you know." Her fingers twirl nervously around the hem of her gown as she speaks, the movement drawing his attention to the soft curve of her hips and the smooth expanse of skin below.

Stepping closer still, Ophelia reaches out a hand, her touch feather-light as it brushes against your arm. "I could use some help with that," she whispers, the words barely audible above the sound of her own heart hammering in her chest. She takes another step forward, pressing herself against you now, feeling the heat emanating from your body through the fabric of their clothes.

Her other hand sneaks up, fisting itself in the soft curls atop your head as she tugs gently, urging you closer still. "Don't keep me waiting any longer," she breathes, her lips inches from yours now. "I've been thinking about this all day..." Her hips rock forward slightly, grinding against you in a silent invitation that cannot be ignored.

The feel of her body pressed against his sends shivers down his spine, heightening his arousal until he can barely think straight anymore. His hand finds its way to the small of her back, digging into the soft flesh there as he pulls her closer still, her breasts now flush against his chest. Their lips meet in a hungry kiss that leaves them both gasping for air, their tongues tangled and dancing together as they explore each other's mouth.

With a moan of surrender, Ophelia's fingers dig into the fabric of his shirt,

As their lips part and your question reverberates through her mind, Ophelia freezes in shock. She had expected the accusation, the anger, but not...this. Not curiosity, and certainly not understanding. Her eyes flick up to meet yours for a moment before darting away, unable to bear the look in your gaze any longer.

She takes a step back, stumbling slightly as her feet tangled together. "I-I'm sorry," she manages to choke out. "I shouldn't have...it was a mistake." Her cheeks flush with embarrassment, and she clutches at the fabric of her gown, trying desperately to regain some semblance of dignity.

The admission is like a dagger through her heart. Not because it's true - she had never expected you to not find out about it eventually - but because of how different this feels from what she expected. Your reaction throws her off-balance, and for a moment, she can't help but wonder if perhaps...just maybe there might be another way. Another path they could take together that doesn't involve secrets or lies.

But then reality comes crashing back down around her, reminding her of everything at stake. The crown. The power. The future of the kingdom. "Please," she whispers, reaching out a shaking hand to steady herself on your shoulder. "Don't say anything. I'll make it up to you."

The shock registers on her face briefly before it transforms into a predatory grin. She steps closer to you, leaning in so that only you can hear her whispered words. "I thought you'd never ask." With a sultry smile, she takes your hand and leads you over to where the king stands eagerly awaiting their arrival.

As they approach, Ophelia steps back just enough to give you room to maneuver while keeping herself firmly within the king's line of sight. Her hands move upward, pushing her lacy black bra up and out of the way, revealing her perfect breasts to his hungry gaze. "I take it you've missed these," she purrs, reaching forward to cup one in her hand before offering it to him.

The king steps forward eagerly, his hands sliding around her waist as he pulls her closer. His lips find the soft skin of her neck, sucking and nipping gently as his hands move upward, cupping her breast roughly through the fabric of her bra before finally freeing it from its confines. The release is audible in the room as their breasts spring free from their constraints, hanging heavy and ready for attention.

Ophelia moans softly into the king's ear, arching her back as his touch sends delicious waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her other hand snakes downward, tracing a line up along his leg before slipping between them, finding him already hard and eager for release. She begins to stroke him slowly, teasing both of you with the promise of what's to come as she whispers words of encouragement in his ear.

The king groans deeply, his hips moving restlessly against her as he feels the building pressure within him. His eyes lock on yours, desire and l

Eagerly accepting the vial of elixir from you, Ophelia swiftly uncaps it and deftly coats your engorged length with the clear liquid. She takes a moment to savor the feel of your hardness pressed against her hand, relishing in the knowledge that she's in control not only of this situation but also of how you'll finally release all that pent-up tension. With a satisfied smirk, she pushes you away gently but firmly, backing up just enough to keep an eye on both of you while her other hand returns to its place between the king's legs, guiding him as she strokes him faster and harder.

As you thrust your hips forward, grunting with pleasure at the sensation of Ophelia's hands on both of you, it becomes clear that neither of you can wait any longer. The air in the room crackles with tension as they all focus on the exchange taking place before them. With a final growl, your body tenses and spasms as you release yourself deep into Ophelia's mouth, her hands keeping the king from following suit too quickly as she draws out every last moan of pleasure from him as well.

Their combined efforts leave both of you spent and panting heavily, but it doesn't take long for your eyes to lock once more with Ophelia's, the triumphant glint in hers telling you everything you need to know. She may have played them both, but she's won. And now there's no going back.

The king laughs, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrates through his chest and echoes in the air around them. "I don't know," he says with a shake of his head, eyeing Ophelia appreciatively. "They're both so damn good." He steps closer to her again, reaching out to cup one breast before moving lower to trail a finger teasingly down her stomach and between her legs, brushing against the slick folds of skin there.

"Maybe I can have a taste of both," he murmurs, his hand continuing its exploration even as his free arm wraps around Ophelia's waist. She leans into him eagerly, arching her back and moaning softly as his touch sends new waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

"So greedy," she teases, nipping playfully at his ear before leaning in to whisper something that makes him laugh even harder. "But I like it." With one final thrust, the king releases himself deep into Ophelia's warmth, their hips grinding together as they ride out their mutual orgasms.

When they finally come down from their shared high, she pulls away slowly, her body glistening with sweat and her chest rising and falling rapidly with each ragged breath. "Was that enough to satisfy your curiosity, Your Highness?" she asks archly, one eyebrow raised. "Or would you like me to show you even more things we could do together?"

The king chuckles and nods in agreement. "Why not?" He asks, his voice tinged with excitement and anticipation. As the two of them watch Ophelia's reaction, their expressions growing more confident and dominant by the second, it becomes clear that they are both eager to see where this newfound power dynamic might lead them.

With a wicked grin, Ophelia steps closer to them, her hands resting on her hips as she takes in their reactions. She lifts one leg, bending at the knee and presenting herself in all her glory. "Well then," she breathes huskily, "if that's what you want..." Her voice trails off, leaving them guessing at what she might do next.

With a swift motion, Ophelia lowers herself onto the bed, spreading her legs wide and arching her back invitingly. "Come on then," she purrs, beckoning them closer. The king approaches first, kneeling between her spread thighs as he gazes up at her hungrily. His hands slide downward, cupping her ass and pulling her close before he thrusts forward, burying his face in her warmth and inhaling deeply, the scent of her arousal filling his senses.

Her hips move restlessly against his face as she moans, pleasure coursing through her body at the feel of him worshiping her. The king's tongue dips and flicks, dancing across her most sensitive spots while his other hand curls around the base of her throat, holding her steady for his enjoyment.

Meanwhile, Ophelia watches with hungry eyes as her husband loses himself in the act, feeling a thrill run down her spine at the power she has over him. It's

As you announce your intention to marry Ophelia and claim her as your own, she can't help but feel a mixture of surprise, excitement, and trepidation course through her veins. She watches your husband, still kneeling between her spread legs, his tongue lapping at her folds with unabashed hunger, and wonders if this is truly how it will be from now on.

Her eyes meet yours again, and for a moment, there's an understanding there that transcends mere words. It's as though they've made a pact, one that promises pleasure and power but also comes with its share of risks. With a small nod, she indicates that she's willing to go along with whatever you propose.

As your husband continues to feast on her folds, Ophelia reaches down, grabbing his hair and guiding his face deeper into her heat. Her hips begin to buck upward, urging him on as she cries out in ecstasy. With one hand still gripping his hair, the other drifts down between her legs, searching for the hardness she craves.

Finding you already aroused, Ophelia smiles wickedly and takes you in hand, stroking slowly at first before building up speed as pleasure begins to overwhelm her senses. She straddles your husband's face, leaning forward to whisper words of encouragement into his ear while using her free hand to guide your cock toward her entrance.

The head of your shaft presses against her slick folds, and with a sharp intake of breath, she sinks down around you, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure through every inch of her body. Her movements become more frenzied as she begins to ride you, her hips undulating rhythmically