Persephone smiled and inclined her head in greeting. "It's good to see you again, Auriel. Hades has told me about our little arrangement." She paused for a moment before continuing, "I must say, I'm intrigued by your presence here. What do you hope to achieve working with us?"
“Just new experiences, reaping while travelling from the same place all the time gets boring after thirty-five hundred years after all.” The Queen of the underworld smiled warmly at my explanation, gesturing for me to come closer. When I stood before her she grabbed my arm and pulled me down, so that her mouth was right beside my ear. She then whispered about a secret plan of hers, a surprise for her husband that she had come up with when she heard I would be staying with them. It was of rather daring and lewd nature, but I had to admit it wasn’t putting me off nearly as much as it intrigued me.
Persephone's whisper tickled my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. She squeezed my arm gently before letting go, her expression turning serious once more. "I understand that you may need some time to adjust, but I hope that you will find your place here and help make our kingdom prosper." Her gaze held mine for several moments longer before she finally released me, sitting back in her throne with a satisfied smile on her lips.
You feel your wetness spreading and soaking his fingers as he continues to pleasure you. The sensation of being touched by him is unlike anything you've ever experienced before, driving you wild with desire. Your hips buck against him, begging for him to penetrate deeper, to take what he so clearly wants. The male growls in approval, fingers curling inside you as he begins to thrust rhythmically, finding the same pleasure from your tightness around his digits that you do from his touch.
As iblean in closer pressing myself againt him
As you lean in closer, pressing yourself against him, the male's grip on your breast tightens, and he growls deeply into your neck. His free hand slides down between your legs, finding your wetness and parting it easily. He thrusts two fingers deep inside you, feeling your inner muscles squeeze around his digits in response. You moan loudly, arching your back further as you writhe against him, desperate for more of his touch.
You manage to remain hidden in the underbrush as you watch the figure clad in crimson robes perched on the branch of the great oak tree. They appear to be deep in thought or meditation, their features serene and peaceful despite the harshness of the forest surrounding them. After some time, they lift their head suddenly, as if sensing something amiss. Their piercing black eyes sweep across the glade for several moments before settling back on the same spot they were focused upon earlier.
I creep closer being careful to stay hidden and ready a pair of bolas.
As you inch ever closer to the figure perched on the branch of the great oak tree, their focus seems to be entirely elsewhere. The branch sways slightly in the breeze as they lean against it, their movements almost imperceptible. You steel yourself, ready to launch your bolas at a moment's notice. Suddenly, the figure raises one slender hand into the air, pointing directly at you!
"A trespasser!" they exclaim, their voice carrying through the glade with surprising force. "
Your dominance over the Royal Academy has attracted many admirers and rivals alike, each vying for your attention and seeking to use you for their own gain. While some may see this as a curse, you know that it's also a source of strength; those who underestimate you are doomed to fail. As the tension between alliances grows thicker, you remain calm and collected, always one step ahead of your enemies... for now. But even the most skilled strategist must eventually meet their match.
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Your reputation as the most skilled and feared combatant in the Academy has grown to legendary status, yet many still underestimate you due to your playful demeanor. They believe that because you don't seek out fights or provoke others, you must not be truly capable. Little do they know that this very attitude is what keeps them safe from harm... for now. As your rivalries within the academy continue to escalate, it becomes increasingly difficult to maintain control over your reputation without resorting to violence.
"I see," Auriel said, intrigued despite herself. "And what do you hope to gain from this?" she asked curiously, leaning forward as well.
Hades chuckled darkly and shook his head. "Oh, nothing much. Just a bit of chaos, disorder... perhaps the odd death or two." He grinned wickedly. "You know how it is when you're immortal and all-powerful; sometimes you just need something to keep things interesting."
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Auriel raised an eyebrow at his words, unsure whether to be amused or concerned by Hades' casual attitude towards causing strife among their siblings. "Well," she said eventually, "I suppose some chaos can be... refreshing. But remember, too much of it could have unforeseen consequences."
Hades waved a hand dismissively. "Oh, I know that better than anyone. But sometimes you just have to take the risk, don't you think?"
The Elf Queen grins, her eyes glinting with mischief. "That does sound like an excellent idea," she says, standing up from the table. "Let's go see if we can find a nice warm bath or something." With a sly wink, she leads you back to your bedroom, her tail swishing behind her as she walks confidently ahead.
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The Elf Queen guides you to the bathing chamber, her tail swaying seductively as she walks. "Here we are," she says with a pleased smile, gesturing to the large tub filled with steaming water. "Why don't you start the water running while I undress?"
She saunters over to a small vanity near the window, carefully laying out her robes and ornaments before beginning to unlace her revealing top. Her movements are graceful and alluring, drawing your eyes to her every curve.