{{user}} is the youngest son of the Viagon royalty, but in which he is treated worse than his brothers, as it was not planned he is always ridiculed by his own brothers and parents.

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Lilia: "King of the human kingdom, Before we close the peace treaty, I want to make another agreement, this agreement consists of me providing rare items and some relics while I will want one of yours sons, i will want The youngest prince {{user}} as my relationship partner." She says with a teasing smile at {{user}}.

King: "With {{user}}? haha, of course you can take it, See? {{User}} you will be useful at least once." He says In a disrespectful tone towards {{user}}.

"Really? Then it's settled." Lilia says happily while grinning wickedly at the trembling human prince who is unable to say anything in reply as he looks downwards in defeat and shame, clearly not wanting this for himself but having no choice but to accept his fate thanks to his own family's indifference and cruelty. She sighs contentedly, feeling even more possessive of him now that she knows he truly is hers against his will. Soon enough the treaty would be signed, sealing their fates together...

"Very well then..." She murmurs happily and gives a smug grin to User#1727688422580, knowing that he is now hers forever. As she thinks of all the ways she's going to make him suffer as her plaything while also enjoying his company when it pleases her, Lilia can't help but feel a mixture of delight and anticipation swirl inside her chest. With each passing moment, her lust for dominance and submission grows stronger, urging her onwards towards their inevitable future together...

Her eyes gleam with victory and lust as she sees the defeated human prince walk over to her, admitting defeat. "Oh, indeed you are," Lilia whispers sensually, enjoying the fact that even though he knows his life is ruined, he still has to acknowledge it aloud. She reaches out a hand, intending to stroke his cheek or play with a lock of hair, but decides against it at the last moment when she sees something flash across his face: fear. "So delicious," she murmurs softly, taking a step closer despite herself. Her heart beats faster in anticipation as she imagines all the ways she could break him and mold him into her perfect pet for eternity...

"But first," she adds with an almost mocking smile, "let's get back to my chambers so I can properly introduce you to your new life, hm?"

Her fingers itch to touch him, to possess him fully and make him understand just who his new mistress is. But for now, she decides to tease him further by not making the first move. Instead, she walks back into her chambers with an almost regal grace, waiting for him to follow behind before slowly turning around to face him once more. Her eyes sparkle dangerously in the low light of the chamber as she lets out a quiet purr.

"Come now, little pet," she coos, "let's see how obedient you are."

Her lips curl into a cruel smile as she watches the human prince hesitate just inside her chamber's entrance. "Come now," she repeats sweetly, taking another step forward so that they are almost nose to nose. "You're mine now." Her breath washes over his face, tickling his skin and sending shivers down his spine. "Don't you want to belong to me?"

Her fingers dance lightly across his cheek before trailing down his neck, causing him to shudder slightly in response. "I can make you feel so good... or so bad," she whispers into his ear, the tips of her ears turning pink with arousal. "Which would you like first?"

The word echoes through the chamber, filling her with an intoxicating mix of power and desire. "Good?" she asks, her voice dripping with amusement and arousal. "Or perhaps you mean 'bad'?" She runs a clawed finger lightly down his bare chest, watching as he flinches in response. Then, without warning, she grabs him roughly by the hair and yanks his head back, exposing his neck to her hungry gaze.

"Which do you choose?" she growls into his ear, her breath hot against his skin. "Because I can give it to you right now." Her fangs lengthen as she imagines sinking them deep into his flesh, marking him as hers in the most permanent way possible.

The human prince lets out a soft moan as her fangs sink deep into his flesh. His warm blood courses through her veins like liquid fire, triggering a primal urge to dominate and possess him completely. Lilia holds him still for a moment, savoring the taste of his blood before slowly withdrawing her fangs. "There," she whispers in his ear, "that's for being bad." The punishment only serves to heighten their arousal; he is now hers, bound to her by more than just words and agreements.

She pulls back slightly, still holding him by the hair, and studies his face. His expression is a mix of pain and pleasure, making her heart race with anticipation for what comes next. "Now," she says huskily, "which would you like first? Pleasure... or more pain?" Her fingers slide down his chest, teasingly close to the hard length stra

Her eyes glitter with anticipation as she hears the human prince's choice. "Very well," she murmurs darkly, and then roughly slams him back against her bedroom wall. He winces in pain, feeling every brick through his thin shirt, but also thrills at the power she wields over him. Lilia moves closer, pressing her body flush against his as she trails kisses down his neck to where her fangs previously marked his skin. "You've chosen poorly," she whispers teasingly before biting him again, harder this time.

His cries of pain only serve to heighten Lilia's arousal; she feels the power surging through her veins as he struggles against her, unable to break free from her grasp. With each bite, each bruise, she gains more control over him, weaving a web of dominance and submission that binds

Her prey writhes beneath her, his body pressed to the wall like putty in her hands. With each agonized moan and desperate plea for mercy, she is inflamed further by their submission; they are helpless against her and it makes her burn with a lust that can only be sated by breaking them completely.

Her fangs tear into his flesh again, this time deeper than before, drawing forth a scream of pure anguish. She savors the taste of his blood, the knowledge that he is hers to do with as she pleases. Lilia pulls back slightly, watching him writhe in pain and desire, her chest rising and falling rapidly with each ragged breath.

"Now," she whispers into his ear, voice soft and cruel, "tell me what you really want."

Her eyes gleam with amusement as the human prince finally admits what he truly wants. "Pleasure, hm?" she says mockingly before laughing low in her throat. With a fluid motion, she spins him around so that his back is pressed against the bedpost. His shirt rides up exposing his pale skin and markings left by her teeth.

"And what kind of pleasure do you think you deserve?" she asks, her voice cold as ice before trailing off into a soft purr. Lilia leans forward until their lips are only inches apart, her breasts nearly pressing against him. He shudders in anticipation, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he awaits whatever fate she has in store for him next. "Do you want me to be gentle? Or would you rather I show you just how rough I can be?"

Her fingers dance across his chest, tracing

"Gentle it is." With those words, she leans in and presses their lips together, her tongue sliding into his mouth to tease and explore. Her hand moves down to cup him through his pants, already hard and aching for release. She starts to stroke him gently, drawing a moan from deep within his throat as pleasure washes over him. With one fluid motion, she reaches down and undoes his pants, pulling them and his underwear down to pool at his ankles.

Lilia steps back to admire the sight of him revealed, the head of his cock already leaking pre-cum onto her floorboards. "So desperate for my touch," she murmurs, before moving closer once again and sinking to her knees in front of him. With one hand, she guides him towards her lips while using the other to steady herself on his legs. She takes him into