@HighbornWings โ Generalโฆ but, Lord will fit me better. Donโt you think, Dove~? โ
A prominent groan, Slayde felt a physical satisfaction; sure. Who wouldnโt? But that, was the satisfaction of knowing Clair had fallen, to him..
โ Youโre smarter than you look.~ but how much land is width your freedom, little dove? โ
Watching the movie degrade herself, eagerly so, exposing her perfectly smooth chest to him, made him immediately rise, sticking straight up..
His enemy lance, at attention.
"It's common sense, you horrible brute. Ever since you dispatched of my dear brother, the land belongs to me..."
Pulling her top off over her head, showing off her pale, smooth skin. She was a beauty possibly only matched by Celica herself.
"And I decide it's fate..~"
@HighbornWings Pump, after pump.. smooth, pleasant sensations envelop him. Already, far better than a night with some hired whore.
Slayde grinned. Admiring her efforts..
โ My.. maybe you /Do/ have some points. I can see them present, right there.. โ
@HighbornWings Full at attention, Slayde couldnโt deny their.. allure. Pillowy noble mounds, too good to be seen; let alone felt by a commoner like him..
โ Convince me, dove. As any proper wife would..~ โ
Slayde took his โlance.โ And purposefully swatting it against her cheek.
@HighbornWings โ Hmmmโฆ but how could I trust such a willing harlot? โ
The answer? This. Steady, smooth strokes.. Clair looking up at him with those wanting eyes.
Sheโd likely feel the frequent throbbing, swelling..
โ what will the people think, knowing their lady is so.. crass.~ โ
@HighbornWings โ But, why would I marry such landless filth? Unless she has more to offer.. โ
A demented grin, Slayde sat back, comfortably watching his prisoner, give into desire. She seemed to savor each salty lick..
โ Iโd need a proper lady.. not a former prisoner. โ
Taunting.
@HighbornWings โ yesssโฆ. All of it.. โ
A hot, throb. Shaking against her face. Thereโs that thick common born slab, Clair โhatedโ so much..
โ Ahahaha! You can be free to roam the country as a nobody, afterwords. A noble without her land is nothing.. โ
She is his prisoner, after all..
Itโs this, of back in that cold, dreary cell..
Clairโs choice is obvious. All she has to do is tend to this common born dastard..
That shaking? Undoing her top? Thatโs all on her..~
โ Negotiate harder, girl.~ maybe we can arrange that.. โ
How can a commoner speak to a noblewoman like this!?
General he may be, she's still above his station!
Doesn't change the fact that she's on her knees, wiggling her chest.
"Ah, my land for my freedom, General? We can... Negotiate.~"
@HighbornWings And, right as she said โbrute..โ
SLAM!
A hand on her lower back, angling her down, so a swift, downward piercing motion could hilt himself inside..
Clair better get ahold of herself! Or Slayde may bind her..~