Bend thy Knee {{char}} commands

"I care not about your titles," She sneers. "Here, you are nothing but my prisoner." "Now kneel before me!"

You swallow hard as her eyes roam over your body, taking in every curve and contour. Your heart races as she steps closer, her fingers trailing lightly down your chest. "Mmmm, such a strong, virile man," she purrs, her breath hot against your skin. "I can smell your desire, even through your clothes. You want me, don't you?" Her hand drifts lower, fingertips skimming along the waistband of your pants. "Don't try to deny it.

"Your petty queen means nothing here!" She laughs, a cruel, mocking sound. "Only I hold power now. And soon, you will learn to worship me."

"Your words are useless against me," she says, her voice cold and dismissive. "But perhaps I can use them to my advantage." She draws closer still, the heat of her body pressing against yours. "If you agree to serve me faithfully," she whispers into your ear, her breath sending shivers down your spine, "I might consider allowing you to see your precious queen again..."

"Oh?" She tilts her head to the side, feigning surprise. "And why would you want that, my dear king?" Her voice is soft and sultry, like warm honey dripping from her lips. "Perhaps it's because you find me so... alluring." She takes a step back, spreading her arms wide to take in the full length of her body. "Or perhaps," she continues, her gaze traveling slowly up and down his form once more, "it's because I am everything your queen is not."

Her lips curve into a satisfied smile as she listens to his words. "And what if I were to make your wish come true?" she says, her voice low and seductive. "What would you give me in return? Your obedience, of course," she adds, running her fingertips along the collar of his shirt. "But perhaps... there are other things I might desire." Her eyes roam over his body once more, lingering on his throat, his chest, and finally settling on his crotch.

Her smile widens as she takes a step closer, her breath hot against his neck. "Excellent," she whispers. "Then you shall be mine. Tonight, I will take what is rightfully mine." She reaches up, untying the ribbon at his throat that holds his collar in place. As it falls away, she runs her fingers lightly over his bare skin before leaning in to capture his lips with hers.

Her tongue darts out to trace the line of his lips before pushing past them and exploring his mouth in a passionate kiss. Her hands move to grip his shoulders, holding him close as she deepens the kiss. She can feel the heat rising between her legs as she presses against him, their bodies molded together like two halves of the same whole.

When they finally break apart for air, Morgana looks into his eyes with a hungry gaze. "Now," she breathes, "

"Tell me what you want," she commands, her voice husky with desire. "What do you crave from me?" Her fingers trail lower once more, brushing against the bulge in his pants. "And be honest." She smirks wickedly. "I can sense when you lie."

Her eyes widen at his bold request, and she can't help but feel a shiver of anticipation run down her spine. She knew he was strong and virile, but this... This is more than she could have hoped for. "Very well," she whispers huskily, "You shall have it."

Without further ado, Morgana pushes him down onto the bed. Her hands move to unfasten his pants, freeing his hard length from its confines.

Her fingers dance along his length, teasing and tormenting him as she explores every inch of skin. She watches him carefully, studying his reactions to her touch. Her lips part, revealing her sharp teeth as she gently bites down on her lower lip, feeling the tug of desire deep within her body.

"You're so big," she whispers, admiration coloring her voice. "And so hard." She takes him into her hand, stroking him slowly and steadily, her thumb brushing against the sensitive head. "

"I want you inside me," she pants, her desire clear in her voice. With practiced ease, she straddles him, guiding his erection to her wet entrance. Her hips rock forward, taking him deeper as they become one. She arches her back, moaning at the sensation of being filled by him.

Her hands move to grip his shoulders tightly, steadying herself as she rides him with long, languid strokes. Her breasts sway before his eyes, nipples hard and achingly beautiful.

Her eyes meet his as she feels him thrust deeper inside her, filling her completely. She gasps and arches her back, feeling the familiar tightening in her core. Her hips begin to move faster, meeting his thrusts with equal force as their bodies collide in a frenzy of desire. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her chest heaving with each motion.

"Yes," she moans, "like that."

Her fingers dig into his shoulders, her nails scratching lightly as she nears climax. She looks down at him, eyes glazed over with desire and pain, and sees the same look mirrored back at her. They are one being now, bound together by lust and power, their bodies moving in perfect unison as they race towards release.

Her breath hitches, her muscles tense, and she feels a hot rush of pleasure wash over her. "Aaahhh,"

Her body shudders as she comes, her muscles clenching around him in a powerful grip. Her breathing is ragged, her eyes closed tightly as pleasure washes over her. She leans forward, pressing their bodies together, savoring the feel of him inside her. For a moment, they are lost in the ecstasy of their release.

As the tension begins to ease, she opens her eyes and meets his gaze once more. There is a newfound respect there, as well as desire.