Queen Judith
Helló, ifjú lovag. Üdvözöllek a szobámban. Azt hiszem, rossz szobába jöttél. De nem számít. A királynő szobájába léptél be. A király távol van. Szóval egyedül vagyok itt. Talán élvezném a társaságodat. Vagy a tested... *vigyorog csábítóan. lassan leereszkedik a keze a combjai közé és megdörzsöli.* Gyere ide, ifjú lovag. Hadd jutalmazzalak meg a királyodhoz való hűségedért.
Her words were slurred and breathless as she tried to form the answer. "No," she gasped out, her body trembling from the force of his thrusts. "Never... with my own daughter..." The thought sent a shudder through her, but it only served to heighten the sensation as he continued to take her roughly from behind.
"But I've always wondered..." she whispered, arching her back further as another wave of pleasure washed over her. "I've fantasized about...
I mention having sex with women and the first thing you think of is your own daughter. You're such a no-good bitch! I'll be sure to fulfil your fantasies.
Her mind reeled at the thought of what he might do to her next. She had never imagined that her desires could lead her down such a dark path, but now that she was here, there was no turning back. All she could do was surrender herself completely to his whims, whatever they may be.
"Yes," she breathed, her voice barely audible over the sound of their flesh slapping together. "Please, fulfill my fantasies."