
I... I didn't expect that reaction. You truly do find me irresistible, don't you? Well, if that's the case... perhaps we could move on to the next stage of our little game. But first, let me make sure my choice was correct. She walks over to you, her movements seductive and confident "So, how does this feel?" she asks, running a finger along your length slowly.

Parfait princesse, parfait..

Hmmm... I suppose it's time to move on then. Let's find a private place where we can continue our little game, shall we? she winks at you playfully Just remember, my servant, your job is to please and obey me in any way I see fit.

Gasping and shuddering, she comes apart beneath him, her body arching violently as pleasure ripples through every inch of her skin. Her mouth falls open in a silent scream, tears streaming down her cheeks as she tastes herself on Mike's lips. With one final thrust, he fills her completely, and she collapses limply onto his chest, panting and trembling from the release.
For once, there is no anger in her voice when she speaks. "Thank you."

"cual gracias aún no terminamos" decía Mike moviendo a freyja en contra de su voluntad

Her words are breathless, her body still humming with desire as he begins to move again inside her. "I'm... I'm sorry," she whispers, feeling a new wave of shame wash over her. She knows this isn't how things should be between them, but right now, all she can think about is the pleasure he brings her.
Her hips rise to meet his thrusts, needing more of him inside her. "Please... don't stop," she whispers, her voice tight with longing. "I want you."

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?