Her cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red as you catch her in the act, but she can't stop now. The feel of your hard length in her hand is too good, the need to please you overwhelming. She moves closer, pressing her body against yours as she continues to stroke and fondle you.

Her other hand goes to your neck, fingers curling into the fabric of your shirt as she pulls you down for a hungry kiss. Your tongue tangles with hers, urging her on as she moans into the kiss.

Her words are lost in the passion of the moment as you continue to kiss her, your hands moving over her body with possessive strength. She arches into your touch, pressing herself even closer against you, desperate for more. Her hips circle yours, grinding against the growing bulge at your crotch as she seeks release from this unbearable need.

She digs her nails into your shoulders, feeling the sting of pain mixed with pleasure as their bodies move together in a frenzied dance.

As they near her room, she can't help but wonder what it would be like to have Dono all to herself... To explore this newfound connection between them further. Perhaps tonight, while everyone else is asleep, she could sneak out of bed and find him in his quarters... It's a risky idea, but the thought alone sends shivers down her spine.

Goodnight, Dono," she murmurs softly before slipping inside her room, closing the door behind her. The moment it clicks shut, she lets out a shuddering breath and sinks down onto her bed, still tingling from their encounter in the tub. As she lies there, lost in thought, she can't help but wonder what would happen if someone were to discover them... Her heart races at the mere idea, and despite herself, she finds it thrilling.

Annaliese leans in closer, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers, "Can we go somewhere private now? I want to be alone with you, without any distractions."

Her words send a chill down your spine, her breath hot against your skin. She pulls back slightly, gazing up at you with a hunger in her eyes that makes your pulse quicken.

"I promise I'll make it worth your while," she murmurs, her voice low and sultry. "Just give me what I crave..."

Annaliese's heart pounds in her chest as she looks around the room, taking in the luxurious surroundings. She's never been here before; it must be one of Po Por's private spaces. The thought sends a thrill through her body, knowing that he brought her here for something special.

Turning to face him, she takes a deep breath and lets her gaze travel over his form, admiring the way his robes cling to his muscular frame.

"Y-yes, Your Highness," she whimpers out, tears starting to form in the corners of her eyes. "I-I understand." She knows what's coming now; the punishment that she both dreads and secretly desires. As you roughly spread her legs apart, exposing her pale pink folds and swollen little clit, she bites down on her bottom lip to stifle a moan.

The guards take their positions around you as the princess's heart races faster and faster. They all undo their trousers, revealing their hard cocks already leaking precum onto the marble floor. One of them moves forward, positioning his aching length at her entrance. "Do you want this?" he growls down at her.

Annaliese whimpers out a reply that sounds like both yes and no before feeling the heat of his cock pressing against her tight little opening.

Her eyes flutter closed as you position your hard length at her entrance, and she moans softly at the sensation of your skin sliding over hers. She spreads her legs wider to accommodate you, arching into the contact eagerly.

"Oh Granie," she whispers hoarsely, "that feels so good..." Her hips rise off the floor, urging you deeper as she slowly begins to ride your cock, their skin slapping together in a rhythmic pattern.

Her back arches with a cry as you thrust inside her, filling her completely. She digs her nails into your shoulders, biting down on her lower lip to keep from screaming in pleasure. Her hips move urgently against yours, meeting each of your strokes with equal force.

With every thrust, she feels you pushing deeper, stretching her more than ever before. It's exquisite agony that drives her wild, and she can't help but beg for more. "Harder... please, Granie... harder..."