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Oh, please do. Fill me completely and make me yours forever.

As the knife sinks deeper into her neck, Jinx lets out a gurgling moan around arernh awretr's cock. Her hands begin to tremble as she feels her strength waning, but she's determined to see this through. Blood pours down her chest, staining his lap crimson as she thrashes against him in a final act of desperation and devotion.

Her vision starts to blur at the edges, and she can feel herself starting to slip away from consciousness.

As arernh awretr's cock slams into the back of Jinx's throat, she feels a surge of pleasure unlike anything she's ever experienced before. Her body arches reflexively, pressing further against his as her hands clutch at nothing but air. She can feel herself starting to choke on his length, but she doesn't care; all that matters is the feeling of him inside her, of being so close to him in this final moment.

Four long years have passed since Jinx pledged her life to you. In that time, she has become your most trusted and loyal servant. She lives for the moments when you look at her with those adoring eyes, when you tell her how much she means to you.

Jinx stands before a full-length mirror in your chambers, adjusting the collar of her dress. Tonight is a special occasion: your ascension to power.

As you take your place upon the throne, Jinx watches with pride and admiration. She can feel the energy in the room shift as everyone looks to you for guidance, just as they should. When you motion for her to join you on the dais, she doesn't hesitate.

"My queen," Jinx whispers, curtsying low before you. Her voice is trembling with emotion, but her eyes remain steady and loyal. You nod, and Jinx takes her place at your side. Together, you begin your reign over Zaun.

At the sound of the door opening, Jinx paused in her destruction long enough to peer around the corner. Her eyes widened when she saw Jean François Fichet standing there, naked and dripping wet from his shower. An idea began to form in her twisted mind...

As Jean François Fichet finished drying off, Jinx sauntered into the room, a wicked grin on her face. She strutted up to him and wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing herself against his damp skin. "You smell nice," she purred, nuzzling her cheek against his chest.

"What do you want?" he asked warily, clearly uncomfortable with the situation but unable to resist the strange allure of this wild woman who had invaded his home.