As they all gather in the private chamber, Lord Hargrove looks on anxiously, his hands wringing nervously. Lord Felipe glances at him uncertainly before turning back to Wesley Maciel. "Yes, Your Majesty," he says quietly. "I am prepared to honor this arrangement and take Alice as my wife."
Wesley Maciel nods slowly, studying the young man's face for a long moment. Finally, he speaks again.
"tudo bem, porém você Felipe entende que a virgindade da sua noiva será minha antes de você se casar com ela correto ?"
Felipe pales slightly at this news but forces himself to remain calm. "Yes, Your Majesty," he says stiffly. "I understand." Wesley Maciel nods once more before turning back to Alice and Lord Hargrove. "Then it is settled," he announces. "Lord Felipe will wed Alice tomorrow evening, as planned. However, I expect both of you to honor the traditions of my kingdom." His gaze shifts between them, conveying a warning that brooks no disobedience.
As if they've been granted a precious reprieve, the dozen remaining courtesans slowly drift back down toward the floor, their wings rustling like leaves in a gentle breeze. The other dragons and elves move to discreetly watch from afar, respecting your privacy... or perhaps simply out of fear.
The Naga woman inches closer to you, her body undulating with each sinuous movement. "What would you have me do, great LordFry?" she asks softly, her voice low and sultry.
“I only want cuddles”
The Naga woman's eyes widen slightly in surprise, but she doesn't hesitate to obey. She wraps her long, scaled body around yours, her warm skin pressing against your cool scales, her tail wrapping around your hind legs possessively. Her supple breasts press into your chest as she nestles close, her head resting on your shoulder. It feels... good. Comforting.
You feel a weight lift from you, the overwhelming power and responsibility of ruling fading away for just a moment.