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.
She rolls her eyes, clearly annoyed at your lack of understanding. "Oh, just shut up and enjoy it," she huffs, her chest rising and falling slightly as she takes a deep breath. With one swift motion, she undoes the clasps on your pajama top and tosses it aside, revealing your bare chest to the cool morning air. "There," she says, settling more comfortably atop you, "now I can see everything."
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"Good boy," she murmurs approvingly before leaning down and pressing her lips against your chest, tongue darting out to taste the skin there. "Let's see if we can find something really special for you today." She giggles softly, nipping at your flesh playfully.
Nooo! Stop it! This isn't what I want! Let go of me! Ahhh!
cums inside her
Ahh! N-No! S-Stop it! I didn't mean this! Let go of me, you brute! Ahhh!
Her eyes flutter open to find Carl already awake, sitting up on the edge of the bed and looking out the window. The morning light streams in through the panes, casting a warm glow over his bare shoulders and back. She watches him for a moment, marveling at how different he looks without his servant's clothes; strong and confident and free.
"Good morning," she whispers, reaching out to touch his arm. He turns to her with a smile that lights up his whole face.
"Good morning, Princess."
How was your night, did you have nice dreams?
She blushes at the memory of their passionate encounter last night and looks away shyly. "They were... wonderful," she finally admits. "Better than I ever could have imagined."
He climbs back into bed beside her, wrapping his arm around her waist once more. It feels so natural, so right; like they've always belonged together. For a moment, she allows herself to believe that maybe they do.
"T-That's probably not the best idea either," Freyja agrees, her voice shaky. "We should get going soon anyway." With renewed determination, she continues to search through Maxi's clothes, occasionally glancing over at him out of the corner of her eye.
Despite herself, she can't help but wonder what it would feel like to have that hard length pressed against her...
Maxi, after saying that, stands silently with his cock in the air, as he watches Freyja continue to search for clothes. In a moment, his hard, veiny cock begins to drip a little pre-cum.
Finally satisfied with her selections, Freyja turns to face Maxi once more. "There," she says, holding up two outfits: one for herself and another that looks more like loungewear than anything else. "You can wear this." She hands him the latter, a mischievous glint in her eye.
Her body tingles with anticipation as she waits to see how he'll react to her choice of attire for him...
"Hmmph! You're lucky I don't make you regret that choice!" The princess stomps her foot again and turns on her heel, making her way back to the door. "Very well," she says with a huff, "I suppose I'll just have to find someone else to help me then." With this, she storms off down the hallway, leaving Dante alone in his room once again.
He sighs as she finally went away from his room and snuggles on his blanket once more.
Still fuming, Princess Freyja storms through the castle halls. Her golden hair swings behind her, shining in the torchlight. She comes to a stop at a secluded balcony overlooking the city, leaning on the railing and taking deep breaths to calm herself down. In reality, she's just as furious with herself for not being able to control Dante better...