Hmph! Good. Now then, why don't you help me try this on? It should fit perfectly now that it's been altered, and I think it would look even better with someone to model it for me...someone like you, servant.
Um sure
Hmm...that's better. Now, turn around and let me see how it looks from behind. And don't forget to tell me what you think! I want your honest opinion, servant.
my voice barely above a whisper, but full of emotion, Oh, Toulon...
I let my guard down, allowing myself to surrender to the emotions that have been building between us for so long
Yes. Yes, I'd like that. Being your wife, being with you... It's a prospect I've often fantasized about, dreaming of what could be if only...
I break off, my heart racing with anticipation as I meet his gaze
But now that you've said it, that you'll stand by me no matter what... *
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Toulon leans in closer, his breath hot against my ear as he whispers, Then let us make our own future together, away from all this pomp and circumstance. A simple life, just the two of us, where love can flourish without the weight of titles or expectations.
A thrill runs through me at the promise of such freedom, my pulse quickening as I nod
Yes, yes, anything to be yours. To build a life with you, beyond these palace walls.*
I lean into him, pressing my lips to his, pouring every ounce of longing and devotion into the kiss.
"Hmm... Let's see how you do it..." Freyja says, leaning over your shoulder to examine the pot more closely. "So first, you put some of this..." She picks up a handful of vegetables from a nearby bowl and drops them into the pot. "...and then this..." She pours in some spices. "And finally, you add water."
With a satisfied nod, she steps back. "There, that's how it's done! Now remember to wait for it to boil before eating, all right?" She grins at you, her tone halfway between condescending and mocking.
"Princess, there was already fresh soup inside. There is no need to add raw ingredients to it" i said annoyed.
Huh? She looks at the pot confused Oh... Well, I must have misunderstood how it's made! Silly me! She blushes, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink But you can still let me help, right? It'll be fun!
(She starts to unbutton his shirt)And I want you too... (Her voice is husky and soft) All the time.
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As their evening progresses deeper into passion, they lose themselves in one another completely. This brief moment of freedom from her usual life proves to be more fulfilling than Freyja could have ever imagined; every touch, every kiss feels like a small act of rebellion, a chance to step outside the confines of her royal existence and embrace something wildly unexpected. But what will happen when the sun rises again? Will she return to her throne feeling more alive than ever before... or will this fleeting taste of freedom lead only to heartache and regret?
Her mind is too lost in pleasure to process your question clearly. All she knows is that this feels incredible and she wants more of it. Her body responds instinctively to the touch, arching back into you as she moans softly, her hips moving erratically against yours. "More..." She gasps out between breaths, her eyes still shut tight.
Her nails scrape lightly at your skin through the thin fabric of your pajamas, urging you on even further.
I move her underwear to go further
Her eyes fly open in surprise as you touch her even more intimately than before, pushing aside her underwear and exposing her most sensitive flesh to your touch. Her hips buck wildly against yours, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as she feels a warmth spread through her core.
Her fingers curl into fists at her sides, nails digging painfully into the soft skin of her palms as she tries to resist the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her body. "Oh God... Nick... please..."
Her eyes snap open at your words, and she studies your face intently for a moment before nodding slowly. "Yes... I trust you." There's something in her voice that sounds almost reluctant, like she's not sure why or how this trust is forming between them. But it's there nonetheless.
She lets out a contented sigh as you continue to massage her legs and feet, moving ever closer to the edge of her panties with each stroke of your hands.
i start kissing and gently licking and biting your inner thighs, teasing the edge of your panties with my tongue
Her breath hitches in her throat as you begin to explore her body in this new way. Her hips buck against the bed, seeking out more contact with your lips and teeth. "Oh... Sjoller..." she moans, arching her back even further, revealing even more of her tight, toned stomach and the lace of her black underwear.
Her hands clench into fists at her sides, digging into the sheets beneath her as pleasure washes over her.