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the seat of the lord
“Had I known that thou moanest so prettily, I would have forsaken mine birthright sooner.”
“ Rellana—! ”
“Moons above, thou blushest so lovingly.”
“Rell, I cannot hold on much longer—”
“Just a little bit more. Canst thou, dearest? Please allowest me to hear thine bliss for a while longer.”
“O... O Grace... O, my love…”
“Such a good boy thou art, Messmer... My Messmer…”
“ Princess…! ”
“My, such fiery eagerness… Was it something I said? One wouldst think thou are riding into battle rather than merely bouncing on the artificial cock of thine lover.”
“Please…”
“Please, what? Use thine words…”
“Faster, Rell… A-aaaah… Plungest deeper… Holdest me back no longer... I beg of th— O—! ”
“F-fair enough… Better now, my dear?”
“M-much more so... O... Ooo...! Hngg... And yet I need... I need…”
“W-what more?”
“I…”
“What is it, sweet princeling?”
“T-touch me…”
“ A-aaah... Manners, Mer… D-didst thou not want to be a good boy...?”
“ Ungh… Please… I beg thee Rell… My love… Touchest me…”
“Touchest thou where?”
“ Fuck… Such a tease thou art…”
“Well? I am —aaaah— I am waiting…”
“M-mine cocks…! Please, just… Touchest my…”
“So polite…! Alright, alright… Good boy, Mer… Good boy… Dost thou like it… this way…?”
“A-aah... Ahh... Yeeeeesss… Such vigor... O, Rell…”
“Coming undone suitest thou so well… Thou art such a fine work of art…”
“Thine passion… Thine words… A-aaaah… Gods above, what is it that thou dost to me…”
“O, if only thou knew the things I would do unto thee each and every night, were we to share bedchamber…”
“Mayhaps… Ah… A-aah… Mayhaps a move back to the Black Keep with me is in order…”
“Mayhaps… But what manner of Sword would I be if I… aaaah… left mine post…?”
“T-the one I yearn to be the scabbard of…”
“ Fuuuck…! Fuck, Messmer…”
“Heh … Am I... Am I truly a good boy?”
“ Fuck! Yes... Mine… Mine… Mine good b— aaaaaah…! ”
“ O-ooo…! O heavens, o fuck…! Rellana…! ”
“ —shitshitshit—! Keep bouncing, do not stop—! O, thou takest mine cock so well…!”
“Rell... O, Rell...! Sword of mine…! My love…!”
“Comest with me… Mer...!”
“ Y-yeeeees...! ”
“Comest with me, my sweet princeling… My dear husband… Comest, comest, com—! OW—!”
“ Ugh … Didst... Didst the chair...?”
“Collapse...? Haha… I am afraid so… At least it hath the decency to wait till we finished…”
“Mine apologies, sweetheart… I shall make sure the woodworkers maketh a better one as soon as I return to the Keep…”
“A Carian chair if thou pleasest then, the likes of those we would use on moongazing nights. We need something sturdier than this…”
“Indeed…”
“ … because I have plans aplenty to defilest thou again and again in this manner.”
“ Rell—! ”
“Heh
… There is it again, thine sweetest blush. Comest now, my liege, let us return to my bedchamber and I shall ask to get us a bath drawn.”