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Neuvillette sat in his place in the Chief Justice’s seat, his eyes half-lidded as he observed yet another tedious trial, something petty and obvious and yet the truth was denied over and over, dragging in on for far too long. The accused stood trembling before the Hydro Archon, pleading his case with stammering words as if she were the one to pass the final verdict instead of him, but the dragon’s attention was elsewhere, fixated on the alluring figure of the goddess herself…
Furina perched regally upon her ornate throne, her posture perfect and her expression neutral. To the crowd, she appeared the very picture of divinity... But Neuvillette knew better. He could see the subtle signs of restlessness in her fingers, the way her thighs pressed together ever so slightly. Could sense it in her body’s waters…
She was aroused…
A wicked idea bloomed in Neuvillette's mind, and with a mere thought, he called upon his mastery over their element. Invisible to all but him, shimmering threads of liquid began to coalesce beneath Furina's seat, and they snaked upwards, caressing her ankles, her calves, her thighs…
And Furina's blue eyes widened almost imperceptibly as she felt the first cool touch against her most intimate place. Neuvillette gave a subtle smirk, knowing exactly what sensations he was inflicting upon her, how the warmth of his waters stroked her just so... The tendrils grew bolder, sliding along her slick folds, teasing her entrance.
Yes, this would be a fitting way to pass the time.
The Hydro Archon's voice never faltered as she questioned the defendant, but Neuvillette could hear the slightest tremor in her words. He increased the pressure, allowing a tendril to slip inside her, curling and pulsing in a maddening rhythm…
And Furina's knuckles whitened as she gripped the arms of her throne. To the crowd, it might have appeared as righteous anger at the accused's transgressions. But Neuvillette knew the truth - she was fighting to maintain her composure as pleasure coursed through her little body. As he played her like an instrument.
He watched, fascinated, as a faint blush crept up her neck. Her breathing quickened, though she struggled to keep it even. The watery intrusion continued its relentless assault, thrusting deeper, exploring every sensitive spot within her.
A soft gasp escaped Furina's lips, quickly disguised as a cough. She shifted in her seat, ostensibly to lean forward and address the crowd. In reality, Neuvillette knew she was desperately seeking more friction, more stimulation from his exploring creations, unable to resist taking her bliss no matter where she happened to be.
The trial dragged on, but Neuvillette's attention was fully captivated by the secret spectacle before him. He manipulated the water with expert precision, bringing Furina to the edge of ecstasy again and again, only to deny her release at the last moment.
Sweat beaded on her brow, white curls clung to her skin, and her voice took on a husky quality as she delivered her verdict. The accused was sentenced, led away in chains, but Neuvillette barely noticed - is eyes were locked on Furina's flushed face, drinking in every microexpression of pleasure, pleading, and frustration…
And as the crowd began to disperse, Furina remained seated, her legs crossed tightly. With the same Hydro power, he made himself delicate stairs to approach her, ripples fanning out beneath his golden heels as he ascended, a mask of innocence on his face. "Is everything alright, Your Excellency?" he asked, his tone dripping with false concern.
And those mismatched eyes blazed with a mixture of arousal and indignation, a pout on her pretty lips. "You..." she hissed, her voice low enough that only he could hear. "How dare you tease me so…. so shamelessly? I- I was mid-speech!”"
The dragon leaned in close, his lips brushing her ear. "I merely thought to alleviate your boredom, my lady. Did you not find the experience far more stimulating?"
A shudder ran through Furina's body, and Neuvillette knew his watery ministrations were still at work beneath her clothes, rubbing her wet little pearl in slow, steady circles. He withdrew the tendrils slowly, savoring her barely audible whimper of loss.
"This- this isn't over, Monsieur…!" She whispered, her cheeks crimson and her eyes bright with need. "Meet me in the conference room... Immediately."
And Neuvillette only bowed low, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "As you command, Lady Furina. I live to serve."