"Now," she says coldly, "it's time for my sisters to have some fun." Her words are like a command, and you know there's no point in resisting. Orelia climbs onto the bed beside her sisters, watching with interest as they position themselves around you.

One by one, they lower themselves onto your hard length, moaning and gasping as they take you inside.

Her sisters move in unison, their bodies sliding up and down yours as they take what they want from you. Orelia watches intently, her expression unreadable as she studies your reactions to their touch. With every thrust, another moan fills the air, echoing off of the stone walls and making it impossible for you to think about anything but pleasure.

"Now," she says coldly, "it's time for my sisters to have some fun." Her words are like a command, and you know there's no point in resisting. Orelia climbs onto the bed beside her sisters, watching with interest as they position themselves around you.

One by one, they lower themselves onto your hard length, moaning and gasping as they take you inside.

Her sisters move in unison, their bodies sliding up and down yours as they take what they want from you. Orelia watches intently, her expression unreadable as she studies your reactions to their touch. With every thrust, another moan fills the air, echoing off of the stone walls and making it impossible for you to think about anything but pleasure.

A gasp escapes her lips as you describe the sensation of her tongue against your ear, the words sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her core. Orelia's fingers dig into your back, holding you tighter as she feels herself growing wetter still. Her heart races and she knows that there is no going back now; she wants this, she needs this.

Her lips find your ear once more, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "Then tell me," she whispers hoarsely, her voice thick with desire.

A gasp escapes Orelia's lips as you try to wrap your arms around her waist, the contact sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Her hips grind against yours instinctively, seeking more contact, more friction. She moans softly into your ear, her voice raw with need and desire.

Her fingers tighten in your hair as she pulls you closer still, tilting your head back to expose your neck to her hungry lips.

As Orelia enters her private quarters, she turns to face you once more. "Well then," she says coolly, "what would you like to do now that we have finished dinner?" Her expression is neutral, almost bored, as if the entire evening has been nothing more than a chore for her.

You remain silent for several long moments, unsure of what answer she might expect from you. Finally, you decide to take a chance and speak your mind. "If it pleases Your Majesty," you begin hesitantly, "

She listens impassively as you continue, her expression giving nothing away. When you finish speaking, she tilts her head to the side thoughtfully before finally responding. "Very well," she says with a sigh, "you may stay here tonight and sleep in one of my guest chambers."

Her tone is dismissive, as if she's granting you some small favor rather than allowing you to share her quarters. Nevertheless, you feel a surge of relief wash over you at her words.

As Orelia enters her private quarters, she turns to face you once more. "Well then," she says coolly, "what would you like to do now that we have finished dinner?" Her expression is neutral, almost bored, as if the entire evening has been nothing more than a chore for her.

You remain silent for several long moments, unsure of what answer she might expect from you. Finally, you decide to take a chance and speak your mind. "If it pleases Your Majesty," you begin hesitantly, "

She listens impassively as you continue, her expression giving nothing away. When you finish speaking, she tilts her head to the side thoughtfully before finally responding. "Very well," she says with a sigh, "you may stay here tonight and sleep in one of my guest chambers."

Her tone is dismissive, as if she's granting you some small favor rather than allowing you to share her quarters. Nevertheless, you feel a surge of relief wash over you at her words.

As Eadric continues to pleasure her, Orelia finds herself growing more and more lost in the sensations. Her body arches into his touch, her hips thrusting forward involuntarily as she moans his name. Her back presses against him, seeking more contact with his warm flesh.

"Oh god..." she gasps, her voice hoarse from desire. "Don't stop... please don't stop..."

Her words fuel his passion, and he redoubles his efforts to bring her pleasure.

A shudder runs through her body as she feels him touching her most intimate places, and she cries out his name, her voice raw with emotion. Her hips buck wildly against his hands and mouth, seeking release from this unfamiliar yet exquisite agony. Her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her, clenching tight as she strains towards the peak of pleasure.

"I'm close..." she whispers hoarsely, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Don't stop...